We flipp'n matresses
& arch'n backs
like trained circus
acrobats
I'm perform'n 1 armed
push-ups
with timed precision
thrusts
try'n to stretch your
insides like
a green rubberband
on a Sunday paper
big & thick
your ass
my cushion
pelvic bounc'n
back & forth
forth & back
& you like the way
my hips swivel &
swerve
Perspiraton dancing
above & around
surrounding my lips
tasting sweeter than
candy yams
chased down by dressing
with cranberry sauce
I eat you
Our hearts throb
faster than our waist
can keep pace
Can you hear it?
Boom-boomp-boom-boomp
boom-boomp-boom-boomp
yeah thats it
we got that beat
that rocks this bed
that keeps Mr. Sanchez
bang'n on the wall
begg'n for perfect
peace & solitude
which he ain't
gon'get
cuz its only 9:10
& baby as long as that
Maxwell cd is on repeat
we will continue to love
eachother
til the cops come knock'n
you have the gift
that drives women wild
it is about time
a poet takes the helm
not taken anything away
from those who sing
and achieve the same results
just saying - it would be
righteous for a poet to
get the recognition due
don't stop
we all have our niche
and seduction is your's
no doubt
but I've seen your versitality
which is also nice
lets' people know you can come
any way they want it (pun intended)
Much Respect, One Love
It's like you're a genius @ the different scenarios that you write about in regards to sexual intercourse. It amazes me still to this day. This one makes me laugh. When I picture it in my mind I think if I was watching this it would crack me up, because these two people would be so into each other they wouldn't notice me or even hear Mr. Sanchez pounding on the wall!!