Black Poetry : Seventh Heaven

poeticlyspeakin

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Apr 26, 2003
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Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
Occupation
Living
You and I
Connected
Moanin' for help
like Jesus has ressurected
Me all over your body
like I'm overly protective
Searching for spots to please you
like Im a private eye detective

We change positions
as often as we blink
Our chemistry flows like rivers
as our bodies are so in sync
Hot and erotic
Sweat dripping as we drink
The warmth of your body
reminds me of the fur of mink

Your milk chocolate skin
pressing against mine
Musuems would pay to buy
a sculpture of our bodies intertwined
Everytime our lips connect
it feels like the 1st time
I can see rainbows and mountains
But Im too deep in you to climb

Your nails dig into my back
like it feels too good to hurt
Making faces, there are no spaces
And all I can do is smirk
I'm in between your legs
ridin waves of pleasure while we surf
I give you more, you try to fight
But can only seem to jerk

I'm addicted to you
like your my drug
We're flyin' aimlessly
like a released dove
Went from room to room
couch to rug
To think it all started
from one kiss and one hug
 

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