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Contemplate a kiss & seal my lips with its intent to caress...

So content with your undressed essence...

Naked blessings bestowed before my presence...

Of a figure & a shape that seduces a nigga in contemplating...

Rivers of orgasms & liquid passions...

A walk so nasty & beautiful...

At the same time...

What I'd do to you is beyond imagination in another man's mind...

A woman's time is a man's luxury...

Plush cream lips...

I dream of liquid kisses & small dips into your mocha bliss...

Seductively I perceive this...

Creature of immaculacy...

Red bone...

Banana skin...

Sundae taste & a soul so chocolaty...

Take a moment and walk with me...

Talk to me...

Listen to me...

My heart beat...

My soul flow...

The way my eyes glow when I know you're coming...

My mind racing & running like interstate alcoholics...

See, what I'm going to do is just call you ecstasy...

Got me addicted to the pleasures & pains that you're giving me...

Sending me...

Soaring, as if I be...

Two doves of amour upon one wing in flight...

Nighttime caress...

Sexiness like non-other...

Cocoa-butter body...

Soft, sweet, and lovely...

Illegal touch...

And your kiss is a felony...

Am I confined in love or lust?

Yet my feelings can't be defined by one word...

Baby girl...

You're definitely a rare pearl...

A diamond's reflection...

The shadow of beauty itself...

Nothing less than the conception behind God's blessings & intent for the world...

Subject to graciousness...

Your name is a harmonic reply to rhetorical questions...

You have me questioning possibilities that only exist in the palms of my dreams...

Embalmed in my theme are no schemes...

But truth & sincere intent to become content...

Unlike most men...

Within my sins is resentment...

See...

I'm trying to be more than meaningless friends...

Sunday companions...

One-night stands...

And weekend romancing...

Hold me in your arms & baby sit my dreams...

Slow dancing our souls into rising Moons -

beaming setting Sun rays...

Becoming lost in days...

And nights...

And afternoons...

Soon I hope to be one with you in existence...

Consisting upon the persistence of my insisting feelings...

And my mission is to begin love's process with the progress of

a caress...

Gently...

From back to neck...

Testing your metaphysical...

As I metaphorically give you...

The greatest sex your soul's never had...

You got the thickest ass.. I mean concept,

My mind's never grasped...

Five-five to five-seven with heavenly abs & eyes of emeralds that glimmers the corners of everywhere...

Everything about you I adore...

From the contours of your smile...

To the corridors of your frown...

I crown you Queen of sublime things...

And royal Kings...

The rich content of rare oil seams...

The scent of fragrances on an Angel's wings...

The Madame of Heaven's mansions...

Spinning Saturn's rings & expanding galaxies...

your beauty is the ignition of fantasies & fallacies...

Bringing me back to reality...

See...

This Urban Empress whom I address...

I can't caress or embrace...

Take as mine...

Arm in arm, exchanging seductive charms & quality time...

Though prodigy minds subdue 'til surrender...

I'm no pretender...

I probably can't contend with the niggas you consider to be worthy...

But I pray that you heard me -

My confessions of affection...

Deciphered the sincerity & calculated these feelings my heart has issued...

For my Urban Empress is instilled in me...

And will be...

Forever missed...

With the Literature from my prohibited lips, I seal this poem with the most enlighten kiss...



Tha Prodigal One...