It was random, although the night was intentional. You touched my inner being like delicate fine art. The steadiness of your hands gathered my reluctance like bouquet of white roses and directed it into free submission. It seemed as if you were fluent in the language of my pulsating heart. My flesh became immortal for a moment in time. My better judgement went off like a siren, but it was much too late, so precise, you were ahead of the game. So, we became in-sync like two beating drums, creating our own tunes and passionate, as we reunited two different cultures, two estranged tribes from our origin, near the edge of the sea, off the coast of, Mother Africa.
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2b2b2 says: Nice Work |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you. Im loving this site. Finally Im among like minds! |
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LP45 says: Very nice work indeed! Thanks for sharing this. |
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Corey says: Wow, a sensuous and beautiful write! Thanks for sharing. |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you soo much. I love it in here. lol.... |
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Kingqadardwon' says: This was so beautiful!!! All into this one..poems by this commentor |
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SYQ222 says: Thank You King!!!! |
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Stay TuneHe was 50 million lightyears away I met him on the horizon. We dined on the nile river. He introduced me an Eygptian Pharo and I ate of a strange black fruit that tasted like chocolate and watermelon. I knew he wasn't from Main or Chicago because he spoke with a whimsical vernacular. He had an atypical behavior....he wasn't black nor was he white.. he was just tight. I said where are you from, he just smile and pointed towards the edge of the sea and the sun. I asked him if I could go there... where he was from....he smiled and said, "Dear you've lived there twice. I'm just keeping my promise, I told you that I would come back to get you. Damn...he was my soul mate the love of my life coming to get me ...from another life. |
Subliminal ManSelf-possesed and self proclaimed smoother than the sounds of a five part harmony. Cruising through the doors as if he's walkin on set of... twenty fours. Low-key and vetted in the streets know how to maneuver though the bull while holding down a 9 to 5...Sounds like a man I like to meet. He's is sweet but gotta hell of a mean streak...who he be...."I dont know but I wish he...be with me"..... I'll just call him delicious.... He gone be my almond joy....holding a lot in his pockets. Take me to the stars on your rocket. " girl... "What his name be?" ....um..I hope to call him mine. Let me play it off, don't want him to think I'm too thirsty but in about 5...minutes, I'm get clever and make him mines... forever. "Here he comes" um.. Ooh No he didnt, is he playing games....he done broke my heart....he done betrayed me...why is he hangin out with Blondie...he like white gurls. Damn... he got jungle fever... |
Black LoveIt was random, although the night was intentional. You touched my inner being like delicate fine art. The steadiness of your hands gathered my reluctance like bouquet of white roses and directed it into free submission. It seemed as if you were fluent in the language of my pulsating heart. My flesh became immortal for a moment in time. My better judgement went off like a siren, but it was much too late, so precise, you were ahead of the game. So, we became in-sync like two beating drums, creating our own tunes and passionate, as we reunited two different cultures, two estranged tribes from our origin, near the edge of the sea, off the coast of, Mother Africa. |