sxxypoet he showed ne the beauty of how nights turned into days and my earth wanted nothing more than to spin on his axis... - May 27, 2010 add/view comments (0)

I don't want to make sense

I want your brain to fart from 12:01 'til 11:50'10

I want to rhyme a few lines

Then leave rhythm behind for the next four

I want you to try to figure me out

Until your intellect just can't take anymore

Chaotic rationalizations

Inducing scattered theorizations

Reducing brainiacs to victims of their own logic

Their obsession with the reward of right

Is borderline erotic

Like throughtgasms so... (continue reading)

And....

He just left No word, not a good-bye Not a warning of any sort

He just

Left

Leaving me to look into glassy eyes

Searching for the soul that once was

Bigger than soul itself

Untouched by indoctrinated izms

Unmoved by hypnotic illusions

Unbroken by attempts at oppression

He stood for something

Leading me to fall for

Everything about him

So much that

You saw nothing but him in my glow

He remembers my lips

Every syllable of

Sultry self seeping

Slowly into his soul

Saying slick %#&@$!

That only it's mate would know

He remembers their kiss

Lips locked in a

Luscious love affair

Leading light to our fire

Letting

Lust

Lull

Desire

He remembers

IT

Two heated hedonists

Having heaven their way

Heinous acts heading to bliss

And...

He remembers

My kiss...

c.... (continue reading)

Please forgive me
Better yet understand
That as much as my
Breath wants to meet your breath
My lips want to meet your lips
My chest wants to meet your chest
And my hips want to meet your hips
I'll have to decline
Save those moments for another time
You see,
We haven't revealed much to we
And I know your favorite position
But don't know your favorite color
I was thinking of how intense it would be
To wait and get to know each other
We... (continue reading)

maybe he's so eloquently
inclinded to test me
because he considers himself messiah
i wonder
is this title etymologically speaking
is he master teaching
or preaching to his own choir
you know,
those who consider themselves master
without knowledge of reaching higher
the eye sees deeper than,
two eyes enticed by thick thighs
spreading too quickly
is he aware that the ocean
has her own rules
and they're still tryna decode
the dead sea.
he don't... (continue reading)

Im intrigued

I often wondered

What his childhood was like

But never asked

In fear that he may become

More on guard

If he thought I... (continue reading)