SPRUNG

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"Infatuation"

"Slender sexiness...

dressed in black essence...

heavenly hair with the fragrance of heaven's air...

whispering beauty in tunes of soothing sighs...

caressing the embers of my remembrance of heaven's skies...

chocolaty, caramel, mocha, banana, coffee thighs...

all wrapped in one...

all rays in sun-shines through your smile...

emerald eyes with a gleam that blinds the dreams of a wise man...

royally you stand...

compiled in beauty and truth...

compelling my soul's youth...

Come dwell in my soul's youth...

The well of my soul's youth - for you,

Are are consumed of oceans and deep lagoons...

I'm subdued by the content in your eyes...

written within a Renaissance literature...

your voice is both poetic and biblical...

a literary justice...

A piece of innocence built from a tranquil mold,

But I was told - from your body language

that you're very seductive...

I'm becoming lost in the scent of your education...

breathing intellect and a state of mind that combines you and I's meditations...

I'm contemplating black picket fences and embraced finger tips...

Catching stretches of Coltrane to Lauren's Hill's...

Baby face...

Cherry-chocolate taste...

Irreplaceable...

What can i say or do...

to persuade you to embrace the truth?

For you there's no clue to what i'd do if you were mine...

but time shines the light of reality...

blinding my fantasies...

therefore, i perceive you in dreams of fallacies and untruth...

but only unto you i speak of this...

Your blissful beauty has silenced my tongue...

another word i speak none...

Sealing my affections with a metaphorical kiss...

Baby, what can i say???

...i'm too sprung..."



Tha Prodigal One...