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!
That was hot Miz.
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ReplyDeleteI can dig it. That was hot.
OWWWWW! Speak IT, Sistah MIZ!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh I am felling this!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you guys!
ReplyDelete"If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right"
ReplyDeleteLie 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.
that was truly amazing... thanx for the inspiration.
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Okay, I am loving the picture you painted. Good stuff!
ReplyDelete~KimPossible~
So good...luv it
ReplyDeleteGood gracious! That was nice!
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