(*sips thoughtful, bitter emptiness from this tall glass*)
Baby I want u 2 live in this poetry….
Make fa ever in the hopefulness
of this untainted imagery,
I am seeking realism
in my self proclaimed hypocrisy,
of faith…
in the us that I see
I want u 2 experience these letters, the taste of my mental sensuality….
I want 2 instill a sexual peace treaty
within the compilation of our plural nouns
I NEED 2 correct YOU and I
Because it should be displayed as US
I want 2 make love 2 u
Phonetically….
In the dark, secrets of morning
Re-visit between your thighs
continue licking your nipples with this bic softly ….
Baby, just let me
Use my lips and hands 2 repaint our LIRYCAL acts visually,
Let WE remain trapped
within the explicit lines
running across these now lust stained sheets….
I want 2, streak through ur memory….
and dance secularly with ur hidden inhibitions….
I WANT….I WANT…..
But first YOU have to learn to let ME….
In…..
