Saturday, September 19, 2009


So he says he wants to make love to my mind….
Take his time, feeding me images and words
Like fauna and flora, mental bursts of pleasure
I've come to treasure
Birthing new rhymes, a beat I can tap my feet to
Creating lullabies, I want to fall asleep to

Make love to my mind…Seep into my psyche, enticing me
He doesn't hesitate, never procrastinates, only regulates
His flow, smooth, like silk, sweet tender etchings
At my door, and I ain't gonna lie, I want more

I tremble and shake, trying not to wake, trying not to quake
Too soon,
But I can't hold, can't stop, won't stop
The orgasms of thought, birthing mad verse
Food for the universe…and me

His words
His words
Free me

He says he wants to make love to my mind….
And I'm thinking, yeah…one mo time!


Keith said...

That was hot Miz.

Rich Fitzgerald said...

*snap *snap *snap

I can dig it. That was hot.

CapCity said...

OWWWWW! Speak IT, Sistah MIZ!! ;-)

Anonymous said...

Oh I am felling this!!!!!

Mizrepresent said...

Thank you guys!

CareyCarey said...

"If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right"

Lie to me softly. It can be better the second time around.

Your poem probably speaks to so many. It was deep, and very true.

There should have been a warning attached to that poem. It's unfair for you to play Stevie Wonder and Luther in the background. A man can only stand so much emotion. said...

that was truly amazing... thanx for the inspiration.

KimPossible said...

Okay, I am loving the picture you painted. Good stuff!

Green said...

So good...luv it

Christoph Jenkins said...

Good gracious! That was nice!