Black Poetry : are you really ready?

tzevi1278

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Dec 13, 2004
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Hush,
sit back and get ready for a mind rush.
A lyrically sublime flush of the lust you been holdin’
wide open,
strokin’ your mental passageways
with simple accolades to moisten up your satin shades,
so pull em back
there’s no need to counteract,
cause that pink fluorescent cat,
is blinding my cataracts.
So matter fact, just settle back and straddle that,
if I wasn’t being clear, I’m talkin’ bout my thinking cap.
I’m thinking that, I can make your body act,
as if it was convulsing from the way my tongue attacks.
Girl relax,
I’m just speakin’ freakin’ facts,
and the way that I be freakin’, you’re sure to have a leakin’ lapse.
involuntary haps,
haphazardly collapse,
and as the sugarwalls fall, I’m cleaning up the fruity sap.
Doing my duty so exact, it has to be meticulous
cause if your boy is on the job, then you know it’s serious.
There’s no need for us to rush,
let the passion set the pace,
cause it’s much more glorious, when we both finish the race.
So be easy with the haste, cause perfection comes with time,
let me make love to your mind, then maybe I can show you mine.
. . .
You better pull your skirt back up, cause I just got in ya head,
imagine what I’d do if I ever got ya in my bed.


Copyright 2005
© Ramarla D. Rozier
Kiastar inc. Krate Creations publishing
 
tzevi1278 said:
Hush,
sit back and get ready for a mind rush.
A lyrically sublime flush of the lust you been holdin’
wide open,
strokin’ your mental passageways
with simple accolades to moisten up your satin shades,
so pull em back
there’s no need to counteract,
cause that pink fluorescent cat,
is blinding my cataracts.
So matter fact, just settle back and straddle that,
if I wasn’t being clear, I’m talkin’ bout my thinking cap.
I’m thinking that, I can make your body act,
as if it was convulsing from the way my tongue attacks.
Girl relax,
I’m just speakin’ freakin’ facts,
and the way that I be freakin’, you’re sure to have a leakin’ lapse.
involuntary haps,
haphazardly collapse,
and as the sugarwalls fall, I’m cleaning up the fruity sap.
Doing my duty so exact, it has to be meticulous
cause if your boy is on the job, then you know it’s serious.
There’s no need for us to rush,
let the passion set the pace,
cause it’s much more glorious, when we both finish the race.
So be easy with the haste, cause perfection comes with time,
let me make love to your mind, then maybe I can show you mine.
. . .
You better pull your skirt back up, cause I just got in ya head,
imagine what I’d do if I ever got ya in my bed.


Copyright 2005
© Ramarla D. Rozier
Kiastar inc. Krate Creations publishing


Yes, step in my "Head" ...and know me complete
before any thought of us, inticing the sheets

Take my mind, to it's highest peak...
and that turns, the rest of my body weak

You can use that tongue...to massage my spirits
and none other, can ever come close, to get near it

So the Skirt, wise one, is just the cover to my heart
and once inside...you will never depart​

Awesome piece poet, thanks for allowing me to share it.
 

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