I was on a little stroll
I went down a street
Saw a light on
I heard a man liquifying his thoughts....
Wet poetry
I stopped to take a listen
But I really couldn't hear what he was saying
I saw his silouette so I know he was there
I followed the sound and moved closer
I peeked in through his window
He looked back at me and I said:
When the moment is yours
Swing by The Queen's Den
Let's warm up to some verbal 4play
Create some sexy verses
Make some verbal love
And give birth to some beautiful poetry
It was midnight
He made his way to the Queen's Den
It was drizzling a fine mist
I heard John Coltrane
Then Miles Davis's sax
I looked out my window
I saw him standing under the street light
He walked up to me
Looked me in my eye and said:
Let me hold you tight
Even if it was just for tonight
So I can whisper sweet nothings in your ear
As I pull you close and near
Let's recite by candlelight
Take our verbal 4play to a new height
I'm gonna give you all the words I've got
I wanna tap your mental G-spot
Whew! for words, he was just too hot
I opened the door
Immediately our words spilled out on the floor
They just kept flowing and flowing
I could feel that mental vibration growing
I was breathless as this verbal 4play made my mouth so wet
He was the wettest poet I ever met
Tonguing me down with every word
With the sexiest shit I ever heard
Bathing in those wet verses
Whether it was about breakfast in Paris or Coach purses
It was getting extremely hot
And he was tapping in to my mental g-spot
I started panting and gasping for air
For I had stood all I could bare
My mind was twitching and I felt a muscle spasm
I started squirming and sweating
as I released that mental orgasm
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Birth sign: Cancer
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