Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by angelicsage, Oct 28, 2004.
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A PART 2!!!!!
O SISTER!!!!!!!!!!!! This was & in every sense of the words i mean that lil smilie couldnt clap long enuff lol. I love when the words move you because its like you melt into them. Your essence embraces it and your entire SPIRIT becomes poetry and its a beautiful sight to see. hehehe lol Sister...may we never know life without the manifestation of you and your heart...otherwise known as...the PERFECTION of POETRY
pure awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! indeed a support group forming
love the taste of this piece ....wow!!!! SAGEEEEE!!!!!!!
You are truly gifted! I love the passion and fire you have. This is truly a fantastic! awsome! terrific! great! mindblowing piece! I absolutely love it! Flow on! is not even enough to say right here. It's not strong enough! Maybe write on! express on! I don't know just keep on! that's it! keep on!
My wonderful Sista Sage! Your talent is immesurable. I can in your words for days.
Nah, no support group for this sis, you'll just have to muddle through some how, until you get the hookup....(oh no she didn't)....Tee Hee....Seriously though, the description in this is so intense, capturing the ache of a love so good it hurts. Keep flowing poet, keep flowing.
This piece is absolutely Phenomenal...I mean what more can i say except..."Keep Em Comin"...1
your the best
sweet torment, passions unfolds to
Create me a memory so deep and so fierce
That you make all my other thoughts become quite scarce.
Masterfully erasing, inhibitions escaping
Penetration, moans escaping
The culmination of our desire
An erotic aroma floats
Through the electric air
The light from 12 candles
Dance in sensual shadows
your words are soft, compelling
and intelligently sensual
a gift from the soul of a real poet
And it does'nt help
That my vibe leaves its impressions
On your vaginal walls
Like i were writing my name
In graffitti.... knowing that its hard to erase
all watched as our love
Draged its footprints across the forums sky
We became morning after dreams,
Waking up drunk on poetry.
in the essence of our love
shall empower us
invoking orgasmic verbs
Dream me within the chance of your embrace,
within the algorithm of a complex but solvable formula.
...I am your soulmate
and i too am addicted,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hookup
Good lord, sister, you could write a poem about a pile of dog doo and make it sound like the best dang thing in the world. What can I say about this? It's straight up awesome. But I expected that.
wow, masterpiece sage whew
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