verbal fire

verbally arrested a hostage 2 my own metaphors
sitting back reviewing what was lost in my fire

burning from the emotional anguish within
replacing the physical pain for painted on happi faces
laughing at the previous attempts at infatuation

memories are just mental replays of past inexperience
w/ co-star's that were nothing more then temporary fixtures
 w/ a proven sorry existence
never permanent in my world

 I am living physical representation of my lyrics last scripture
quietly I can still hear the faint whisper

my soul is crying out
someday, someday
 my ideal counter part will arrive

it will b her being that completes my fatal stride....

then and only then
 can I quit with this relentless pursuit

interviews of these lames trying to win "her" star role....
but always falling short as "her" flunkyz understudy

never the strong enough queen I truly seek to represent  me

sadly its always their physical features used 2 try and allure me

 but already seen through their weak facade
used to try and mask their insecurities...

 never quite deep enough 2 cover up that which is truly she

nothing more then another failed attempt
at picking a decent woman from cupids
"thou has't learned to repent" list

yet again I’m left here waiting ever so patiently

until the real one arrives
the truth dwelling past the shallow outside
those lovely arms of hers will block out those cold and lonely nights

my shoulder to cry on
cuz even thugs have a hidden emotional side

I need her 2 have an easy versatility....
knowing how to be dominant n the ways needed to rule me

just enough of her own swag to compliment me perfectly

she has that confidence even in the sheets

knowing how to take hold controlling the aries fire in me!

baby b handlin' that shit kuz she knows that  she owns an important piece of me
 (my heart)

just as deeply as I own she
never  afraid to take hold of me

over my body she will always hold dominion

and sometimes she even lets me voice my sexual opinion...
(lol when she gives it to me)

 w/ every ounce of my being "she" will b intertwined
embedded so that with every breath I will exhale she....
and with her every beat she will expel me

we will b one,
 my imperfect perfection

that keeps me on a intolerable  high

someday...
(sigh)
I shall welcome my queen 2 her throne

until then I’ll continue to stay walled and play along
continuing
to b that mo'cka...always ice cold......