- Mar 19, 2001
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Music moving with a
smooth gait across her
sense of HEARING
aurally delicious she says
and I tongue tip her
ear lobe to chase the
next rhythm in...
"what are you doing"
shhhhh.................................
she swings her pelvic region
side to side.....held hostage
by a sound of jazz coated
in cinnamon notes....it must
be Miles....she whispers
as her tension is seen
miles away from her body
...lost in her relaxation
My fingers dipped in
aloe draw cool lines that
parallel her anatomical
existence....and her/she/
mind flinches
"what are you doing?"
shhhhh...............................
to create beads of sweat that
want to run free on your palette
you have to be subtle in the
things you do...yet deliberate...
I was as I care-ssed the impression
just above her hip...and her beads
began to beg to taste me
"what are you doing?"
shhhhhh.............................
I counted each bead I boarded
on my tongue to transport them
to a palette...waiting...to let her
manifestations of anxiousness
run free beyond the playground I
call my lips....
I whisper "what are you doing?"
shhhhhh...............................
she said "I'm releasing my
thoughts to you...let them
play..."
shhhhhhhhhhhh..................
(c)2001 blakverb "off da top thinkin' "
smooth gait across her
sense of HEARING
aurally delicious she says
and I tongue tip her
ear lobe to chase the
next rhythm in...
"what are you doing"
shhhhh.................................
she swings her pelvic region
side to side.....held hostage
by a sound of jazz coated
in cinnamon notes....it must
be Miles....she whispers
as her tension is seen
miles away from her body
...lost in her relaxation
My fingers dipped in
aloe draw cool lines that
parallel her anatomical
existence....and her/she/
mind flinches
"what are you doing?"
shhhhh...............................
to create beads of sweat that
want to run free on your palette
you have to be subtle in the
things you do...yet deliberate...
I was as I care-ssed the impression
just above her hip...and her beads
began to beg to taste me
"what are you doing?"
shhhhhh.............................
I counted each bead I boarded
on my tongue to transport them
to a palette...waiting...to let her
manifestations of anxiousness
run free beyond the playground I
call my lips....
I whisper "what are you doing?"
shhhhhh...............................
she said "I'm releasing my
thoughts to you...let them
play..."
shhhhhhhhhhhh..................
(c)2001 blakverb "off da top thinkin' "