...I use my tongue....
...I mean how my words come together
Whether it's her favorite song
Or my own lines I'm speaking
She's seekin' this feeling I'm givin'
Reelin' from the pleasure escapin' through my lips
Causing the temperature to rise between her hips
Eyes like slits as she sits trembling
As if every syllable ripples through her....
Muscles start to spasm from this oratory orgasm
Stimulation of a mental kind
You hang on every letter
Masturbation for the mind
Sensation seems all the better
Wetter, than any touch could make her
Each line takes her higher
Increasing her desire
The fire comin' off her
Threatenin to consume all
Falling prey to her growing satisfaction
Ready to turn my words into actions
Way past asking she's down for taking
This poetic love I'm making
Slaking this thirst that she can't deny...
where the hell is everybody...?
of course, the standards I set for being an old head is...well first and foremost remembering who I am
if you were here back in 2003-....I'll say the beginning of 2005
...did any of you stick around....?
Her tongue is sweet and the words she speaks
seeps through challenging me with new thought
Though it's more than my mind she sought
Voice a throaty whisper, she's speaking of upheaval
While she's reaching for my zipper
Sayin' if we can do it like it's supposed to be done
we shall over....come...
Speaking sultry philosophies, to battle my ideologies
Rhetorical and physical mixing in some mystical manner
Her banner is what I'm flyin' now...
Still...my conscience gives me pause
I make it a marytr to this cause
Far from sleeping, she's beseeching me to
...Tear down her walls...
Saying she has a dream
But the scenes she seen in her mind
Are of us intertwined
Integration of another kind
She's still speaking but my eyes
can't find their way from her thighs...
....And still I rise...
Forgetting my own moral restrictions
Swaying hips sway convictions
She says she'll be my Promised Land
The source of my milk and honey
Beckons for me to follow
Saying "Lay with me tonight, we'll birth tomorrow
Leave our sorrow in the past"
Free at last...Free at last...
This revolution will NOT be televised...
Names that stick out:
A cute dread-loced AKA
I just liked this Deltas name.
He was a nerdy math major, but still a sexy nerdy math major.
Most mad at:
I won't even say which organization