The Escalation
by Shanae' Brown and Jevon P. Austin
Her oatmeal skin vexed my inner man, for my inability to control my feelings has me focused on the notion that she's going to acknowledge the time that I spend spittin' these lyrical visions ...
his lyrical visions have me envisioning things like love scenes... contemplating the difference in heart speeds between a fling and the Real Thing ... cause i think i could Love him in stereo.
Her vocals only spew what her mind feels, what her ... heart heals. Lost girl, finally found herself. Knows her wealth. Energetically devoting her time of equality to me. Lyrical Love driving me. Dividing me. From the empty perceptions presented to me. Eternally ... she and I, we be we. Mental orgies. Provoking our possibilities.
possibilities of he stream through me constantly. weakening me. frozen, but he melts me. i sing his name in dreams of dreams come true. he be that voodoo, that 'hey how you do?' God's perfect mold for The Truth ... honestly surprises me how complex his mind be. his time be, busy, but still spent with me. leads me to believe he might be worthy ...
Her heat is fire hot. Piercing the odor of her pineapple lip gloss on the cheek of me. Sporadically competing my thought of 'There should be none after me!' Yea, I had to tame that. Tame myself as I react. Politely protective of her name. She rhetorically connects to my Love's nest.
rare are the moments she allows her mind to settle on One. So he must be the sun, his crown golden, his touch hot. match her scorch with his own torch. she pauses. for he causes slight palpitations, she counts her losses ... one beat, two beat, three beat four..before she can finish he's cost her more. never found before, always the seeker. now she sits back, watches him be the leader.she'd allow him to lead her, cause his gangsta she respects ... men fight for her time but their attentions she neglects ...
She fills my pupils with an extraterrestrial reflection. My reflection, too much like ... despite many differences, we share mentalities. No denying, two separate entities. Her body, tight curves like calligraphy. No Fear! In me.
his body speaks of a god, carved and chiseled to perfection like old Egyptian tombs. she swoons. loses herself in scents of expensive cologne and his deep husky tone. she moans with thoughts of him when she is alone. then hits his place with a bottle of patron, sexy stilettos on. she's grown, makes him proud to call her his own ...
Take sips of her elegance, lined like the sharp taste of fine wine. Such richness. She walks and talks melodically. Sprinkling her joy into the epidermis of my outer being. No longer foggy is my seeing ... I delight in my sight, clearly captured. Caught up, like the rapture.
milk chocolate hue in her view, his royal essence sweeps her. he meets her, always with a smile. worthwhile is her time spent getting wooed by His Majesty. no other, he's got that Thing, ball of perfectness wrapped up in this one being. Loves his everything, he is her dream. the one person who makes her body scream and her mind sing. none can follow, he is her King
And as each day surpasses the next, no longer vexed. Mentally sexed. It's just better this way. No long lines to define her sway. Her oatmeal skin now under my arrest. No warrant. I employ the thoughts of her that keep my pockets obese. Royal essence of complete complexity. Her record is worn. Rebirth present, so she's reformed. The ever righteous Love in my life. All around glory. Angelic being, ever glowing.
Even in retrospect.
his lyrical visions have me envisioning things like love scenes... contemplating the difference in heart speeds between a fling and the Real Thing ... cause i think i could Love him in stereo.
Her vocals only spew what her mind feels, what her ... heart heals. Lost girl, finally found herself. Knows her wealth. Energetically devoting her time of equality to me. Lyrical Love driving me. Dividing me. From the empty perceptions presented to me. Eternally ... she and I, we be we. Mental orgies. Provoking our possibilities.
possibilities of he stream through me constantly. weakening me. frozen, but he melts me. i sing his name in dreams of dreams come true. he be that voodoo, that 'hey how you do?' God's perfect mold for The Truth ... honestly surprises me how complex his mind be. his time be, busy, but still spent with me. leads me to believe he might be worthy ...
Her heat is fire hot. Piercing the odor of her pineapple lip gloss on the cheek of me. Sporadically competing my thought of 'There should be none after me!' Yea, I had to tame that. Tame myself as I react. Politely protective of her name. She rhetorically connects to my Love's nest.
rare are the moments she allows her mind to settle on One. So he must be the sun, his crown golden, his touch hot. match her scorch with his own torch. she pauses. for he causes slight palpitations, she counts her losses ... one beat, two beat, three beat four..before she can finish he's cost her more. never found before, always the seeker. now she sits back, watches him be the leader.she'd allow him to lead her, cause his gangsta she respects ... men fight for her time but their attentions she neglects ...
She fills my pupils with an extraterrestrial reflection. My reflection, too much like ... despite many differences, we share mentalities. No denying, two separate entities. Her body, tight curves like calligraphy. No Fear! In me.
his body speaks of a god, carved and chiseled to perfection like old Egyptian tombs. she swoons. loses herself in scents of expensive cologne and his deep husky tone. she moans with thoughts of him when she is alone. then hits his place with a bottle of patron, sexy stilettos on. she's grown, makes him proud to call her his own ...
Take sips of her elegance, lined like the sharp taste of fine wine. Such richness. She walks and talks melodically. Sprinkling her joy into the epidermis of my outer being. No longer foggy is my seeing ... I delight in my sight, clearly captured. Caught up, like the rapture.
milk chocolate hue in her view, his royal essence sweeps her. he meets her, always with a smile. worthwhile is her time spent getting wooed by His Majesty. no other, he's got that Thing, ball of perfectness wrapped up in this one being. Loves his everything, he is her dream. the one person who makes her body scream and her mind sing. none can follow, he is her King
And as each day surpasses the next, no longer vexed. Mentally sexed. It's just better this way. No long lines to define her sway. Her oatmeal skin now under my arrest. No warrant. I employ the thoughts of her that keep my pockets obese. Royal essence of complete complexity. Her record is worn. Rebirth present, so she's reformed. The ever righteous Love in my life. All around glory. Angelic being, ever glowing.
Even in retrospect.
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To read more poetry and musings from these two bloggers, you can visit Jevon P. Austin at The Socialight Times, and Shanae' Brown at She's So Flyy. For a good fiction read, you can visit her character blog, The Life and Times of Ata Nafia.
To read more poetry and musings from these two bloggers, you can visit Jevon P. Austin at The Socialight Times, and Shanae' Brown at She's So Flyy. For a good fiction read, you can visit her character blog, The Life and Times of Ata Nafia.
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