Nothin' But A Number I wanna let you know
You're always in your hay day
This frame cannot interpretate the metaphysical
In tune with far more than the physical
Time not only exists, it transcends
I had to endure some things to comprehend
That the stuff that's ill has been brought about to make one wield the pen
Breaking the curses
&
Begin to create one's own myth
Etched in a legay of revolutionary verse
Yet still remain in place to make you moan with desire
Feel me
I wanna feel the fire
Of slow dancing in the kitchen
Listening to NPR
and frying you some finger lickin' chicken in nothing by the apron you brought me
Melting on my tongue like Necco wafers
I inhale deeply
Allowing your scent to dance in my nostrils
And though we are 2 decades apart in this realm we call t... |