Black Poetry : Heated Temptation

[$$RICH$$]

What makes it hot
da sling of my gem
or the tone of my voice
where u set sail
on da right course
or is it a faded maze
dem light of old

can u be of desire
the one i amired
where two be openly
to claim a love still new
just what is it that makes u blue

without a clue
a motion or thought
here da love comes to rot

am i the fire in ya EYE
or flames flickering ya mind
headed to lost desires
mask of compassion

or are we just a heated temptation
of what was and could be
honey today i ask set me free
let me be
allow my wingz to roam til
my heart find a HOME

temptation of lust just not me !
please let it be
i need love
not a heatwave of craves
i want compassion
not a night of sex'in

yeah! it's hot burning wit desires
yearning wit heat
but to me just another hooker
headed to da street
can't get paid for ya lust
gurl dis a bust !

TEMPTATION DEAD

 

[herlove]

allow my wingz to roam til
my heart find a home ...... we all look for a place to belong
and listen clairavoyently to anothers song and pray that it compliment mine ...... til then no will in fin ( find )

 

[$$RICH$$]

indeed sista until......