*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,

enjoy the taste of my mental scenery….

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

Read WE

I want 2 make love 2 u Phonetically….

In the dark,

secrets of morning...

Re-visit between your thighs, continue...

licking your nipples softly

w/ this bic….

Baby, just let me

Use my lips &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….

BABY I WANT…..

But first YOU have to learn to let ME

In…..