Black Poetry : prophetic language pt 2

[daroc]

Second coming
Second connection
Second meeting
But first in line
For more.
Recognition given with time
For now replays and rewinds are on my mind
Stop… pause... zoom... ooohh wait
And wait.. now play..
Play over and over..
Until the next
Communion.
Charged up ammunition
Desire in one hand
Devotion and lust the other
ready for target practice

and yet
divine as these feelings seem
and concrete as the pleasure is
abstract are our figures
and his presence in my life
interjected moments of bliss
can never compare to those missed
holding on to my mental
sessions of us
'his lips
and his hips
the softness of my kiss
the ooooh's
the aaaaah's the minutes
stops in time
happiness last seconds
long lasting preference
replay this essence

 

[watzinaname]

Yes, the blissful moments that replay in our minds. We never quite know when those recollections will hit us...making us forget ourselves for a moment. Flow on poetess.

 

[info-moetry]

prohpetic indeed..........

memory is a beautiful thing, nice scribe...

 

[Da Street So'ja]

take your clothes off

it's hot in here

lol

 

[LURK]

Yeaaa girll I was diggin this..You don't need to replay the moment anymore though baby I'm right here...lol
:yo: