HEY..THIS WAS THE APPROACH..
it's like this....first the melody comes in...then your eyes start
pretending..then..your heart start to racing..that first conversation..
where..u said hi..and i replied..what's up..how ya doing..a meet 2 minds uncertain..him..the suave..cool lyrics of slam jams..which captures your
groove..it becomes the image of ways to expose..the heart get weary..the
charm get leary..the cool wind surpasses anything lifeless but so smooth..
he writes ..whats it like..being in complete silence..without a mention 2
take notice..where he becomes..so secretive..and yet..explicit..out in da
open as i place my keys in motion..where hands start to tremble..nervous he
asked the question..what is your private fantasy..i look at his thoughts..
where writing comes with a..bump and grinding..i feel his flesh..warm to
embrace..the love what pretends..it all begins with a sensual epitaph..the
groaning sound of moaning grasp..taking me as it's rubs..it's dips..it clings
on 2 my hips..goes down with the quickness..lowers his temptations..imagines
me..the woman in his fantasies..where he strips..right where he sits..right
before me..feels my fullness..wants me..as i want him..he ask..what are you wearing..i snicker..laugh...why is that important to you..he replied..come
on girl..were not children..in the midst of mad foreplay..the words start to
gain interest..my eyes see..when he looks at me..my responds was damn..what
a fucking fine ass body..words could not express the feeling..although..he
was a secret..and i was someone he never knew at all..as my thoughts became
more inquisitive..he became lost and i became a mind with a conscience..wearing thin..acting like i was outta control..i wore him days and nights..i started
to act like..it was real..i waited for this moment to arrive..he waited as
well..the two were so good being long ago..what was hurting..i..had dreams of when..there could be..something..anything that would let him know..how i sex
his world and he would howl..scream; having one another..i can hear the swishing
of motion lotion..the liquid drawing..the hissing and kissing..the awwww.and ohhh
of love making..i have this premonistion..where..one day my black pretender..will come to me..wither he be..tall...midsize..as myself..strong as he..long as his
foot action..can play tackle and score..touch down...where is he now..what is he doing..is the writing still on the wall...is that number still in service..does he think about our love making..does he drift like i do..i can picture himself..
rubbing me right..where fingaz know no ways to stop the clock of movement..where
is he now..across Harlem's ocean..in Manhattan...my pass..with another woman.. Harlem ..don't fail me now..i know it's you that keeps calling..when she's asleep...i saw the message on my page of visits..your face was my prove...Columbia university..held me so close and yes..i know what once was..i felt you..while writing me and suddenly..changed your mind completely..what does this mean..
i remember the dream..like you did..can it be..the summons compels u..to leave
and bring back old soul 2 my Young heart..what heals and mends..mines broken..
from leaving me..for an homeless woman with a drug problem..oh well..i guess
that's how..the earth revolved..mines stood still..i told you..where your love
was needed more...God bless..Manhatten..68..i'll never forget..the way you
loved me...on a phone..every night..until...silence came 2 a close..and now..i paused..goodnight..where my room becomes a sauna..i was your midnight special
shined my ever loving light on you...all the way home..where morning..thanks for remembering closure..the end of our meeting..where i was left..drowning..silence
..MR S Whitmore..Create
Friday, April 10, 2009
.HARLEM WAS ONCE HIS..(QUEENS NY)..BEAUTIFUL LADY
HEY..THIS WAS THE APPROACH..
it's like this....first the melody comes in...then your eyes start
pretending..then..your heart start to racing..that first conversation..
where..u said hi..and i replied..what's up..how ya doing..a meet 2 minds uncertain..him..the suave..cool lyrics of slam jams..which captures your
groove..it becomes the image of ways to expose..the heart get weary..the
charm get leary..the cool wind surpasses anything lifeless but so smooth..
he writes ..whats it like..being in complete silence..without a mention 2
take notice..where he becomes..so secretive..and yet..explicit..out in da
open as i place my keys in motion..where hands start to tremble..nervous he
asked the question..what is your private fantasy..i look at his thoughts..
where writing comes with a..bump and grinding..i feel his flesh..warm to
embrace..the love what pretends..it all begins with a sensual epitaph..the
groaning sound of moaning grasp..taking me as it's rubs..it's dips..it clings
on 2 my hips..goes down with the quickness..lowers his temptations..imagines
me..the woman in his fantasies..where he strips..right where he sits..right
before me..feels my fullness..wants me..as i want him..he ask..what are you wearing..i snicker..laugh...why is that important to you..he replied..come
on girl..were not children..in the midst of mad foreplay..the words start to
gain interest..my eyes see..when he looks at me..my responds was damn..what
a fucking fine ass body..words could not express the feeling..although..he
was a secret..and i was someone he never knew at all..as my thoughts became
more inquisitive..he became lost and i became a mind with a conscience..wearing thin..acting like i was outta control..i wore him days and nights..i started
to act like..it was real..i waited for this moment to arrive..he waited as
well..the two were so good being long ago..what was hurting..i..had dreams of when..there could be..something..anything that would let him know..how i sex
his world and he would howl..scream; having one another..i can hear the swishing
of motion lotion..the liquid drawing..the hissing and kissing..the awwww.and ohhh
of love making..i have this premonistion..where..one day my black pretender..will come to me..wither he be..tall...midsize..as myself..strong as he..long as his
foot action..can play tackle and score..touch down...where is he now..what is he doing..is the writing still on the wall...is that number still in service..does he think about our love making..does he drift like i do..i can picture himself..
rubbing me right..where fingaz know no ways to stop the clock of movement..where
is he now..across Harlem's ocean..in Manhattan...my pass..with another woman.. Harlem ..don't fail me now..i know it's you that keeps calling..when she's asleep...i saw the message on my page of visits..your face was my prove...Columbia university..held me so close and yes..i know what once was..i felt you..while writing me and suddenly..changed your mind completely..what does this mean..
i remember the dream..like you did..can it be..the summons compels u..to leave
and bring back old soul 2 my Young heart..what heals and mends..mines broken..
from leaving me..for an homeless woman with a drug problem..oh well..i guess
that's how..the earth revolved..mines stood still..i told you..where your love
was needed more...God bless..Manhatten..68..i'll never forget..the way you
loved me...on a phone..every night..until...silence came 2 a close..and now..i paused..goodnight..where my room becomes a sauna..i was your midnight special
shined my ever loving light on you...all the way home..where morning..thanks for remembering closure..the end of our meeting..where i was left..drowning..silence
..MR S Whitmore..Create
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