Write Off 2010

its that time of year again, that time in my life
I got some numbers to check, similar to tax time
gonna write off some people- gonna rid em from my chi
Gonna audit all that bullshit that you niggaz bringing to a Queen
I'll trash the shoes laid out in front of you that you were never big enough to fill
Don't waste your excuses on me cuz  that shit dont pay my bills
I'll write off your smiles and feigned interest in  my visions
Cast you out and fill your place with the fluidest of precision-
Won't even recall you're whats "missing"
So step away from the stove when Momma's cookin in the kitchen
--I am Queen of the Sun--
--Your're just an Orange Moon--
I'm the reason why you're no longer that dull greyish hue
But somewhere along the way your shade changed to that of Envy
Smile in my face
Continuing to take-eating off my plates
While you resent me
But you so fake because still to this day you ask for plenty
But your accounts bankrupt, and your invitation- I'm rescinding-
Your friend request is pending-
And the frigid air from my shoulder refrigidaire is unrelenting
Go grab your coat and check the date in your planner
Its the first day in April but I'm colder than December
You in the Indy 500 ridin a soap box n can't keep up, can ya?
I'm too fly cuz my rhymes fly by high like a 747 in the heaven
Just know that I'm the reason your bread has been leavened
While I got you open 24/7 like 7-11
Regardless if I'm scorned, torn or worn
I've had this since I was born
But you don't understand the words I'm writing because my language is foreign
And I'll ride this verse- you can call her Black Beauty
And even from the top floor of your building I'm to high for you to view me
You can't see how far ahead I am because youre losing
And you are no longer the person I am choosing-
But I've identified the flaw in your design
The cost of your presence is eating my return at tax time
So laugh and smile in front of your scoff
Baby, you're just wasting energy, cuz I already wrote that ass off...

Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.

They Will Not Forget

It's time to get this class back in order. Have a seat, chile...

The Queen's off Hiatus, only gone for a few

So stop squirming little boy- I see I gotta keep my eye on you

I see the children have gotten fidgety from their hour lunch break

But the Teacher's back in the room, so no more time to play

I'm here to wish all well, and grant my Well Wishers a wish

Busboys stop washin' plates and come enjoy your favorite dish

Big Momma had some things to tighten up, had the lay the law down for some bitches

But in my absence you been actin' up, and gettin' too big for your britches

I got mad page for days and throw aways better than your 'Best'

Better wear your vest cause there's no con-test

So give your Gorilla chest-beatin' a rest

Hoping the student ain't fool enough to believe that my absence could be sparked by the likes of You

Chile I took you from my rib, and showed you a thing or few more than a time or two

My arsenal is full, locked, ready and loaded

Baby my Flush got you flush, and you already folded

Thinking that your words are here to resurrect

I'm the Giver of Life, and my place in stone on my throne is already set

The appearance of the absence of my lyrical food left them hungry and cold

But now its time to stand up, man up and keep your passions bold

I know you see me in the mirror gazing back through your reflection

Grab your pen and notebook, sweetheart- Queen's Class is back in session...

Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.

Vagina Code (V-Code)

I woke up ready and consenting

But my bed was empty

You had me dreaming and creamin'

Possessed with visions of your semen swimming in me

You got my pulse throbbing in through swollen lips between crossed legs

Wanting to hear you sound out my name cuz my brain

Is now in your head

I'm sending kegal-coded messages

From thighs squeezed tight just for you

Show me the wet spot u got from the passion lash from the thought of the way we smash

Now I'm streaming- upgrading from a drop or two

I'll keep my hedges clipped for you to handle it

Give the flower bud a kiss when u come to my landing strip

Queen comes hard if u know how to manage it

Can't cold chicken sandwich it

Get a grip- n let go

I'm not steam I'm pressure ready to blow

But you gotta know my V- Code

Mixed with a lil' G-Code

The kind of passionate and attentive love that will bang an O-G from me outta respect for Queen's Skeet Code

Take you to the V-Point but won't let you let go

Until the code of this Vagina is tattooed upon your every moment

Is your stalker in your dreams turning your sheets to cream

Is the front page headline of your daily Tribune and the pulse sustaining your system- immune

Till its rules supersede what you thought you knew, and become the founding principles of Coochie Wisdom

There is no stand in or surrogate that will cause you to negate the inspiration for your thoughts of penetration all of which is worth a Dick -Standing Ovation

Memorize her symbols and let it become the language of your soul

n never forget who taught you the rules of the Vagina Code....



Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.

One Question

(formerly posted as "...It Brushes My...")

"...Do you want me? Do yo want me inside?..."
Nuzzling the question into my ear and neck
It brushes my cheek...
His beard brushes my cheek...
It brushes my neck
Shy but hungry kisses makes the heart of my womanhood swell
Her lips pouting and wet
(Inhale) I smell the arousal of your sex
The static between us is as thick as your ragged breathing as our bodies move very little, drawn to one another like polar opposites beyond will
Very subtly, the still pressure from the contact of our bodies touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach, then pelvis to pelvis evolves into a half grind through clothing
Your hands feeling their way to my waist above the hips, squeezing, which is echoed in the contractions of my vagina
I love the smell of your breath during our kiss, your passion is a sticky sweetness I try to suck earnestly from your beautiful lips
Those wonderful fingers (play your beat on me) sprawl themselves upon the nakedness of my back, my locks seducing the backs of your hands who find their home within its small- sending current through my spine and my blood has turned to wine
Those shy kisses evolve into the thirst of a man dehydrated, seeking the replenishing water that only my lips can provide
The thickness of your presence and the girth of your boldness matched by the steel resolve found below your waist is ringing my bell and were still dressed...
Massaging delicate circles up my back until your fingers are entangled in the harvest of my head, which you use to manipulate me like your puppet to draw it back slowly until I am staring at the ceiling and nothing, leaving my neck vulnerable and consenting
Burning a trail from neck to ear, you ask that question you already know the answer to, each syllable of each word a step lifting me higher onto the precipice I will eventually fall over
The moistness of my lips and the moistness of my lips as I lick and kiss your earlobe is the only response suitable, for should my voice be used it would blur the smoothness of the polished and patient Lover I am trying to be,
For your touch and energy has me ready to tumble into spontaneous orgasm without contact
My tongue traces a light path stamped by tiny passionate bites and sucks from your neck to your earlobe, illiciting a moan from your lips
Your masculine instinctual response threatens to undo me
But not yet, I'm so wet, and yet we remain dressed
I can't breathe- the threat of asphyxiation from desire,
My heart is pounding and I don't think I can restrain the moan building in my throat, dangling by the mercy of your fingers pinching hardened nipples through silk
...It brushes my cheek,
His beard brushes my neck as he traces a new path to my nipple, opening the buttons of my silk blouse with the dexterity of a professional lover, so seamless it appeared as if it were pure will and no action
Your tongue a run away thief at dusk
Stealing my sanity, replacing it with phantom kisses and thrusts in places you haven't touched
Its pain riddled in pleasure in all the places I want you to stroke all at once- my body demands it
The intensity of your kisses begin to reveal your raw nature
Passionately branding my lips which will forever cherish its scars
Such pleasure~
Then you pull back, denying me your lips to smile slyly; naughtily, that wicked one corner grin and a deep chuckle
To ask me again, what you already know the answer to
You lean hard against me, my back against the cool surface of glass, its temperature partnering with the fire from your bare chest and warm fingers that have journeyed south in earnest search of the answer to your question...
Your inquiries have returned a resounding "Yes", its proof found pouting and wet, inviting you to test a rhythmic theory
Damn, you make some delicious noises as my hands release all your glory, my thumb rolling over the tip of your head made smooth from a trickling pearl of anticipation; it excites me that I excite you
And I'm coming undone as the smell of your sex and desire again threaten to cast me into a sea of orgasmic thrashes without contact- fondle and fucking my mind by asking me one more time...
Still not willing to commission my voice, I nod my head instead, to which you whisper "...I don't believe you..." allowing my skirt to fall to the floor as you lift me onto your shoulders and place my back against the wall
Gentle licks, kisses and suction snatch an immediate eruption and convulsion from my body, and undeniable "Yesssssssssss" drawn out in key E....
Epileptic orgasm tremors rock my body as you continue to suck nectar from me
until your tongue is replaced with the girth of your masculinity, each thrust sending lightning through my veins and seizures that cause me to grip tight as I ride you back until you expand and release inside me
So hot and so hard you come that you have broken my name into four syllables as you surrender to your climax while my contractions siphon you soft...

It brushes my neck...
His beard brushes my cheek
As he whispers to me "...Do you want me? Do you want me inside?....


Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved