As the smoky smoldering lady blankets her smile on the whole of mankind, i feel the need to speak. As the color of grey spanks my face i think of thee and so i return to take a glimpse of the diamonds thrown all around my feet, gems so huge they take up space, space in the heart to never fade. Glowing in her realm of dew and darkness controling my fate and making me wake in the form of sleep and sexy admiration for the way that the lady smokes my day, go ahead puff away, um i had no idea it could be this way, making me do so many things and making me want things i never wanted, hey lady you bad and you know what they say if you can make even p.j. Closing the blinds against your spray, hearing the beats of the rain anyway, what is about your seasons and what is it about your days that makes anyone do anything just to color the grey, feeling the needs come and go and laughing in the new ambience of your flow, watching everyone deal with your smoke and knowing your smoke is healing and feeling in the circle of the visions of life eternal. Oh the visions you create as you marry the bleak and laugh as you disenigrate, leaving to return another day and take us into the wake. :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: What it is yo, whats up can a poetress just keep in touch.