Lip Service

a little bit of anger

People Listen and Be Enlightened

I Dont Care If Your
Opinions Are
Optically
Judging Me

I
Cry
and
Weep
for
Ignorant
Mentalities

I Got Super Human Poetic Talent
Flowing from my Lyrical Avenue

Massive Sexual Strength
To Overpower
Hater-Idiosyncrasies

I'm Full of Raw Realities
Even Walt Whitman
Would be Afraid to F**k With
Because I am poetry

I Give You Lip Service

I am the Manifestation
of Truth and Intelligence
and What Makes My Personality
Can Be Always Found
in the Waves
of the Rolling Ocean

Raging Penning Fire Ink
Orgasmic Flashes
of High Voltage Blood

Come Climactic
Chaos Apocalyptic

Pen Friction
Metaphors
verbs
vowels mesh
A perfectly etched
poetic collusion

I was the
moisture come
the feeling and
the sensation stirred
the rise in your jeans
or the wetness between

I am wild style compiled
in poetic fashion

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

If you know my writing this title may be a bit miss-leading lol

Reviews

[Jibey]

I like the self-assertion, the wild and frank parade of your naked talent, finding that wondrous link between creativity and the urgent impulses and demands of our sexuality... the rise in the pants or the wet panties... native, unashamed, insistent - the raw reality that spits and gives head

[Nobody.]

bang! bang!

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

C5MLA-C6CR9-2UA7Q

[PJ]

"I Give You Lip Service" lol I love it a metaphor wrapped in a metaphor bloody brilliant

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the desire and the purpose of this poem. Poetry and story allow us to express what we feel and what we need.
"Raging Penning Fire Ink
Orgasmic Flashes
of High Voltage Blood"
I love the usage of language to create a powerful poem. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jed]

u tell em sam

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

@Aaran thanks, its actually about being accused of plagiarism. But I like what it said to you

[roy mccarthy]

awesome write!
from beginning to end!

[Pratik]

That was truly well penned down poem..:) The way I see it, the person you have talked about in this poem is not a mere object of sexual desire. She has a fire raging in her, a talent that makes her special and even though she arouses all the innate wants and passions, a physical craze she is different, she is like the "Waves of the Rolling Ocean" that cannot be captured. Correct me if I am wrong in my interpretation. Nevertheless it is truly an excellent poem.. :)

[Dr. S. D. Blankenship D..]

:) Ha-ha, lovely. You have wonderful imagination, V. P.
~S. D. Blankenship