Slick like am oil spill/ just as accidental avoiding your touch of potential resisting the urge to drop the match of ignition am act akin to submission consumed by the flames of lust s burning desire flammable i am but yearning for the fires seen within your eyes or better yet felt between the thighs the flesh is weak and willing yet the heart beats for another drummer and for this reason alone I'll associate with you but not get to friendly to avoid the chance of catching a new kind of rhythm more in tune with your song I'll stay right and avoid the wrong of falling into a new beginning seeing as they all start of sweet regardless of the ending not to mention your kinda young and thanks to Sir I've left DJs alone
Shekia89
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A College Crush (an inside joke)
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The Immortal Wize says: 🔥â¤ï¸ðŸ”¥ |
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Bragee says: Can't hate the DJ it's his God given talent to touc your soul. Best dance ever! |
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LP45 says: Nice write Shekia89. Nice flow too. Thanks for sharing. |
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Acrobatic AccidentsI never had dreams of becoming a gymnast. I had no desire to perfect any type of calisthenics, toe touches or back flips, yet here I stand on the balance beam performing great acts of symmetry. One foot in front of the other. Defying gravity by navigating the difference between friends and lovers. A quick kiss here a soft touch there then create distance before anyone witnesses what we just shared. No eye contact is made when house pets are brought out to play. All rules and regulations stipulated in our lust fueled equation, with this level of precise calculation how could failure ever be an option….. With that being said I hope all will one day be forgiven because losing my equilibrium and falling into love was not an active decision, I mean I claimed the title of paramour and never a gymnast  |
Van Goh ThoughtsI find it hard to see the picture that you paint of us when it's just me alone by myself without the influx of strokes or touch. I start to doubt the existence of the feelings that you say you possess which in turn leads me to begin to obsess ala Da Vinci I try to decode the images and unlock the hidden messages all fir the sake of confirmation that in the end my Mona Lisa smile isn't a misinterpretation of the actual reality of our situation, I mean who is to say that what I'm seeing is in fact the truth or is it just the fantasy you are creating using artistic freedom to distort enhance or minimize all in the name of having your vision fit the frame I dont want to fall victim to an optical illusion but again these thoughts only come when you are not around to give the Bob Ross whisper that has me convinced that I'm ok being apart of your forest of happy trees I mean i want the truth but if it is not as petty of a scene as you have drawn it to be I guess I'd rather you lie to me ... |
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A College Crush (an inside joke)Slick like am oil spill/ just as accidental avoiding your touch of potential resisting the urge to drop the match of ignition am act akin to submission consumed by the flames of lust s burning desire flammable i am but yearning for the fires seen within your eyes or better yet felt between the thighs the flesh is weak and willing yet the heart beats for another drummer and for this reason alone I'll associate with you but not get to friendly to avoid the chance of catching a new kind of rhythm more in tune with your song I'll stay right and avoid the wrong of falling into a new beginning seeing as they all start of sweet regardless of the ending not to mention your kinda young and thanks to Sir I've left DJs alone |
Pokerface (sorry I havent called)Don't want to label this anything greater than just a fluid exchange which is why I never ever drop your name not even in casual conversation don't need nobody trying to define our relations draw a check mark and now we're boxed into a situation that neither of us signed up for so don't trip and catch yourself falling into love wit anything more than a favorite position need you to not only hear but listen the road to monagamy is not the mission so don't take a left turn and find yourself lost in this kiss it mere prescence is only to unzip barriers of the physical nature any emotion past lust is unwelcome at this current location somewhere between friends and aquaintence is where we're currently stationed to awol would only lead to sure fast incarceration of one's own liberation which is not now nor ever been part of the equation our union is that of a temporary base so if you start to feel like a permanent resident it may be time to cease all communication as I would if I found my... |