NOTE: This title is from a pen name of a fellow poet on another, I got the idea for the poem from a friend of mine though. Its supposed to be a spoken word, but I don't have that type of capabaility just yet. Ooooh baby, Can I lick your thoughts? Im enticed by your mind's ability to quench my thirst Your intellect be your erotic venom And I know you gon' let me get a sip of that mind juice! I want you I be entranced by your truth Your love got me feelin like an old soul trapped in the body of youth AHHHHHHHHH I inhale the flatulence of your aura Your masculine mind poots are so refreshing to my senses And I love the way you penetrate me...psychologically Delving into my psyche with your loooooooooonnnnnngggggggg... T H I C K.... Diction... Carressing my emotions interior wit your orgasmic expertise Using your words on me like masturbation: Manually pleasuring my 6th sense just..........like.......that Oooooo weeeeeee! That's that **** yall How your being whispers sweet nothings to my heart Allowing me to witness your poetic nature rising Daaaayyyuuuumm.....Is it s'posed to look like that? Yesssssssssssssssssssss The wisdom poured forth by his heart constantly beckons my soul The voice of his soul yells out to me He called me... He called me ..... And I came.