Black Poetry : Words are too feeble to explain this

FloeticFire

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Oct 18, 2002
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Baby please dont stop
El papá me da más
Smusso vi ottengo abbastanza
See when I think of erotica
between us
So many words,
languages
thoughts come to mind
Often times I cant seem to even
find the right words to convey
this feeling you have put ova me
Él tan increíblemente complicado
Its as if my ancestors' passions of before
climb inside my soul
And pronouced
you to be the greatest lover
of past lovers before you
See our passions are like oral histories
of tribes before
Although its taboo to speak of
you inherit every breath,
every drop of love
that was used to create you
Erotica is situational
It can take over mind body and soul
Things you knew before
make little sense
Things that you thought took you to that spot
Are but past amatuer bouts
of love
of lust
What we have before us is like
fire to wood
water to earth
we go round and round
There is no distinction
between my begining and your end
We connect sexually
spirtually,politically, intimately...
purposefully
Erotica is just one spectrum
of this endless
desire to please, and to be
and experience
each others
... as kindered souls
 

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