As the morning sun kisses the tip of the
horizon, I am reminded you are Zion's new dawning.
And for your sake I will not keep silent;
as impassioned rifts of energy tear thru me,
splitting me
n2 wisdom.
Now my vision is clearer
2c u r exceptional.
And as the day mixes
within the night
causing midnight and midday somewhere in
the middle;
we agree to meet with methods and
melodies that produce the morning
dew.
dew.
Snap snap as my hands clap...
exposing poetic expos
inking with inkling as I clue u in with examples as I feed u samples of poetic
snippets…
U make me squeeze my thighs
together with your verse.
Unrehearsed metaphors invade my sugar
walls.
It’s all I can do to keep still.
Fingering my…
similes…
until I come…
closer to the sensational tingling you
bring when you lyrically lick my syllables.
Blissfully rhythmical when I grind my
clitoral cortex up against your intelligent word play.
I appreciate that you take the time to tease
my mind’s frame… make me say your name…
I see you came to play as
you painted a pretty picture... that I will mentally frame... and sexually
color with disdain...
I maintain my composure, while erecting
thoughts to make you spill your sweet metaphors;
as I use my figurative language to
spread between your lines, reading from left to right... horizontally.
I
lay my syntax real close, almost touching and teasing you until u are climatic.
Having u implementing an implosion of
mental and sexual sins...
and before I am finish I will ask...
do you want me
to begin again?!?
Shay & KFarrell
Wordsfromourpen
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