Verbal Penetration: Punany Poets

Dear Reader:

I’ve been a big fan and a friend of Jessica Holter for many years and I’m happy to be able to collaborate with her on this project. I hope that people will enjoy it.

Many of you may be familiar with the Punany Poets by their performances and appearance on HBO’s Real Sex.

Erotic poetry has exploded over the past decade with passion being the key element. Jessica Holter, the self-professed love child, has taken it to another level in this work. I’ve seen the future of the new sexual revolution and it’s the Punany Poets’ Verbal Penetration.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

© 2007 by Jessica Holter

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ISBN-13: 978-1-4165-5435-6

ISBN-10: 1-4165-5435-1

eISBN: 978-141-6-55435-6

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Dedication

To patience.

To The Womb that makes all life possible.

Special Thanks & Acknowledgments

To Jane Therese Brenner

To the Punany Family and the Punany Fans. To Zane & The Strebor family. To Paul Levine & Suzanne de Passe

To Keaton my reason.

To Sven Hamilton, Yulonda Washington & Angel II. To Terenda. To HBO’s Real Sex producers, Katie Smallhere and Patti Kaplan.

To DJ Blackmon, Branden & Mrs Pernell, Keno Mapp, Femi, jus’ BEA, Mohogany, Eebony, Ernest, Traci Bartlow, Dayna Gaspard, Gary McCoy & Nafissa, AMAN, Dwayne Patrice Wiggins. To Tisa, Shauna B., Kween, Shiela, Sonnie & London & and all the dancers & singers who bring the text to life…Punany’s Pearl, Slam Most of All to my constant friend and Lover, to Punany-The vision.

Table of Contents

Verbal Penetration

Hey

Punany Narration

Casting Satan

Your Black Fist

Thick

Let me Tell you about My Pimp

Why I Love You

Lady of Poetry

Revolution of a Poet

Pussy Willow

In the Beginning

Little Riddle

Transcend

The Male G-Spot

The Head Doctor

Giving Good Head

X Visions of You

Lips Like Those

Elixir

Call Before you Cum

Pretty Black Babies

Abstinently Yours

Passion and Mary Jane

Geechie Woman

Stranger Let’s Talk

Punany Dream

Mind Fuck

Ain’t I a Man?

Destiny’s Dance

Pussy Talk

Swell of Tear

Sweating the Tears of Sappho

Sweet Confection

My Invisible Man

Daddy Sam

Question 22

Sanctified and Satisfied

Never a Place to Fight

Real Sex

Quickie

Jack

Trudy & Bill

Understudy Bitch

The Second Sin

Multiple Touch

Feet

There

She Says

Doin’ Time

Shadowin’ the Dark

Doing Man’s Work

Kegel

Next to Your Punany

Unpimpable

Solution

Ghetto Cinderella

1000 Thread Count

The Perfect Wife

Work

Momma’s Lil’ Baby

Twisted in My Bed

The Master’s Wife

The Ghetto Unplugged

Ebonically Speaking

This is for the Man in Me

Honeycomb Hideout

Sisters in Xstacy

Lady’s Room

The Cutting of the Rose

Confessions of a Lipstick Lesbian

Boi, Let me Lick Your Pussy

High is My Dream

Brown Girl

One Stroke at a Time

Switch

The War Between Tops & Bottoms

Hood Wife

Baby Dolls

Deeper than Death

Pretty and Smart

The Perfect Pussy

How to Have an Orgasm for $500

Player’s Ball

Hey Pahtna

But, You Want a White Girl…

Can I Please Have a Little More Cream?

The Eunuch & Missy Frier

Bed Bug

Natural Healing for Unnatural Pain

Fucking

Old School Rules

Stunted Growth

Daddy’s Little Girl

Verbal Penetration

BY Ghetto Girl Blue

Let us pray.

Let us ask

the Mother Goddess

to guide our fingers as they caress

our hearts,

as we open

our bodies,

as they receive one another.

Let us ask the God’s for trust, worthiness of it and understanding one to another.

And where there is danger,

let us look together into the night

that hosts our ancestors

begging them for guidance away from it.

Let us wash our bodies.

Let us stand naked in the light

before one another and praise

nature’s most divine art.

Let there be no fear between us.

Let there be good loving

that is as warm and as safe as

the womb which is our center.

Let our bodies be great vessels

feeding positive energy into the world

as we fuck.

Let us talk about sex.

Let us fuck while we do it.

Let us strap on the armor

suited for modern times,

squeeze ourselves into

the thin line

between lust and love

and jack them off.

Just to keep it hot,

we will extend an open invitation to

prostitution

porn

and

molestation.

Let us be on one accord as we

enter through the gates of the

Sexual Revolution

so that our enemies will find only

solidarity amongst our ranks.

We will ask Poetry to have that

smooth brother, Music

To pace this erotic escapade …

with bass deep enough

to skinny dip in.

Let us lick.

Let us bite.

Let us

cuss and cum together

Let us

let our hair down

and sweat.

We will laugh like children

as we play with our toys.

Let us mentally masturbate.

Let us mentally masturbate.

May we know no fear

as we take this erotic journey

through the darkest valleys

and highest peaks of

Verbal Penetration.

… and

Just when you thought

it was safe

to stop coming …

Let us begin again.

Let us fuck.

Hey

BY Jessica Holter

Hey,

he said

a cheek full of chew

picking up the pink bouquet

talking to the minister but

addressing him as your honor,

Tell me again

why a dead whore

needs flowers in hell.

Pushing the flowers

into his wife’s arms,

he spat chew into his

once lover’s grave.

Punany Narration

BY Ghetto Girl Blue

My foster mother said I talk too much.

My pastor said I had the gift of gab.

Everybody thought I was fast.

AIDS came out of nowhere, just when I had become an

entertainment journalist, writing chronicles of backstage antics.

Before anyone knew what hit them, Punany was born;

Born of my memories of rape and molestation; Born of the

similar stories women told me; Born of the shock of Eazy E’s

untimely death. See sex was raised by an uninhibited,

dictating father who could only love a bound pussy, and a

mother with one foot shackled to the stove and the other

to a bed post.

Punany is the culmination of erotic words, laced through

soulful grooves, laid on top of a funk-stained hip-hop dance

bed. She is bold. She is powerful. She knows just who she is

and whose mind she wants to fuck into the wee hours of the

Sexual Revolution.

The PUNANY POETS were some sassy writers, with more

guts than any G I ever knew. We didn’t have money, or many

friends. Most of the third eye poetry community had its

revolutionary tongue stuck like a needle on a scratched 45 …

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

Punany busted on the television screen like,

Badddamn!

The revolution is between my thighs,

let the fearful beware

Her soldiers do not apologize.

Casting Satan

BY Jessica Holter

Before you

command

Satan to

get thee

behind you …

make sure

that

God

has

your

back.

Otherwise

keep that

demon

where

you can see him.

Your Black Fist

BY Ghetto Girl Blue

I want my mouth

to speak nothing but praise

when speaking of you

My beautiful black messiah

I want to be the key

to the rusty cage

that imprisons black love

use me

I want to love you

as I love my own hands

with necessity

with appreciation

with respect

In the bedroom

In the boardroom

In the street

and at the table

give you respectable

representation

expecting only truth

of you

never fearing it

I want to be a queen who

makes you proud too

One who makes you understand

that making love to me is

among your most noble deeds

In me your seed is not wasted

but savored and manifested

before it is measured & devoured

broken down and regenerated

on my tongue and through my womb

in the game of your school

as historic files of your pedigree

I want to work out the kinks

of my trying childhood socialization

and inferior education with you

share fantasies and dreams

make plans to follow through

Verbally arrest you

before working the kinks

back into our hair

Lay and cool down in our sweat

I want to be your stairs

where there were only flat lands

to let down my hair for you

to climb into heaven

I want to be the chant

in your railroad song

and to go the distance

of the track with you

Like the Panthers

insist

like Montgomery bus strikers

persist

in the taking of our destiny into our own hands

I want to be the revolution

in your black fist

I want to be the revolution

in your black fist

Thick

BY Ghetto Girl Blue

labels do not define me

I am rich with this

It matters not what I wear

Swelling with promise

Uncompromising

and as strong

as the thighs that guide my independence

I am a diva

Cloaked

with possibility

Empowered

by my freedom

to take pride in every

part of me

I am a warrior

My heart

is my shield and sword

I am the light

Breaking through

the seams of night

I am the lioness

dogs find in the moon

the stars

highlight the coils

of my mane

I am a Goddess

My skin has been kissed

by the Son

I am the Mother of Nurture

The world is cradled

in my hips

I am thick with this

Make Love in Love, and be safe always. Gone are the days when AIDS was a disease reserved for gays.

—National Centers for Disease Control and Prevention

AIDS is a pandemic, with no respect of person, lifestyle, or religious preference … It kills indiscriminately, destroying not only lives, but generations through the heterosexual female womb.

In 1995 heterosexual sex accounted for 10 percent of all AIDS cases; today it accounts for 90 percent of all new infections.

Let me Tell you about My Pimp

BY Ghetto Girl Blue

Let Me Tell You About my Pimp

My pimp is hard as nails

he never fails

to give me what I ask for

but to be sure …

I want