klabarron
12-16-2002, 05:10 PM
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write about daffodils and springtime thrills
About paisley prints and green rolling hills.
About a cool breeze on a hot summer's day.
About how high I am.... in a natural way.
I need to write.
I need to write.
About a faithful friend
About stickin’ with me through thick and thin
About the true depth of relationship
About commitment between two where one won’t dip
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
About days of hard work strugglin’.
Negated by nights of good girl lovin’
About this beautiful black diva I’m livin’ with.
About how she rocks my world and make my wig flip.
I need to write.
I need to write.
About pens and pads, and pads and pens.
About how tight scribes with words new worlds begin.
About stimulating your intellectual mind.
About simulating the back of your neck from behind.
About how you begin to shake and quiver.
About how I bring ecstasy - strong pen-strokes I deliver
About how your eyes roll back in your head.
About how those sweet legs spread cause this scribe is hot.
How you wiggle your tongue and think of that special spot.
How chest starts to flutter and your thoughts are shot.
Now you’re feelin’ the this scribe’s mental misogynistic plot.
To mentally stimulate you..
Thoughts infiltrate you…
Vibes titillate you…
Scribes saturate you…
Verses so inflate you…
‘Till we intimately find connectivity
And I gyrate mentally
And you pulsate intellectually
And we achieve a higher conscience
Just because I wrote it like that!
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write about daffodils and springtime thrills
About paisley prints and green rolling hills.
About a cool breeze on a hot summer's day.
About how high I am.... in a natural way.
I need to write.
I need to write.
About a faithful friend
About stickin’ with me through thick and thin
About the true depth of relationship
About commitment between two where one won’t dip
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
I need to write.
About days of hard work strugglin’.
Negated by nights of good girl lovin’
About this beautiful black diva I’m livin’ with.
About how she rocks my world and make my wig flip.
I need to write.
I need to write.
About pens and pads, and pads and pens.
About how tight scribes with words new worlds begin.
About stimulating your intellectual mind.
About simulating the back of your neck from behind.
About how you begin to shake and quiver.
About how I bring ecstasy - strong pen-strokes I deliver
About how your eyes roll back in your head.
About how those sweet legs spread cause this scribe is hot.
How you wiggle your tongue and think of that special spot.
How chest starts to flutter and your thoughts are shot.
Now you’re feelin’ the this scribe’s mental misogynistic plot.
To mentally stimulate you..
Thoughts infiltrate you…
Vibes titillate you…
Scribes saturate you…
Verses so inflate you…
‘Till we intimately find connectivity
And I gyrate mentally
And you pulsate intellectually
And we achieve a higher conscience
Just because I wrote it like that!
I need to write.