THURSDAY – 09/24/09 – 4:09 PM
baby, i want you to
be a man
& stand tall
spit flames
& exchange
great balls of fire at me
never falterin’ for a second
before you ascend
to throw in your 2 cents
& command my attention
shiiit…
i want you to
make sure i break neck
so don’t spark nothin’ less
than inventive
conversations w/ me
’cause baby, i’m cravin’ some
dead prez on a platter
so serve me that mind sex
over matters
we can debate about
long after the sun sets
& the new moon rises again
That’s right, baby
I want you to
Be a boss
& make moves
Put in work
For what it’s worth
& lay the foundation
I said, I want you to
Excavate my eyes
Dig in deep
& copulate my mind
FRIDAY – 09/25/09 – 11:02 PM
i know most girls want you to spend
dollars for diamonds on them
i mean, i wouldn’t mind Tiffany
but this woman would rather be
bought w/ deep thoughts
& thoroughly enlightened
so honey, instead of droppin’ dimes
how about you just buy me some time and
let me vibe off your wavelength
Filed under: LOVE, Poetry, Relationships, Spoken Word, WRiTER'S BLOCK!, lust, mind sex, rough draft, thoughts





