CHRYSALIS

Here I am, a butterfly on the wall of an industry
That falls to the Massas religiously.
Where people reluctantly enter the doors for their daily bread,
Fed by those that don't listen to a word that is said.
They fight for an ounce of respect, to be valued,
Yet the head of the fallen does not see their worth,
Only mistakes that are worth less than their daily dues.
Views from a distance seeing the resentment,
Hearing the cry for change.
Hinged by their fellows who constantly bellow,
When will they be acknowledged and saved?
Safe to say this saddened state further states the need for space,
Where the stars can acquire their much-deserved praise.
But I am just a butterfly, pleading their case.

SEDUCTION

 

 

My aim is to take you on a trip
Pass the tip of my fingertips.
Pass the words coming from your lips
As I kiss on your clit.
You may want to run...but you're too legit to quit,
So, I’ll grip your hips, pull you in,
And tongue fuck your slit as your juices...drip.
Speaking the only language that seduces my tip
Into thinking it could just be a quick dip...
But I came equipped to sweat out your flip!
I’ll slip the dick so deep into your innocence
That the Pussy Jury gives me a guilty verdict.
I'm a convict caged within your pacific rim.
Swimming in your holy water cause this devil dick needs exorcising.
Exercising your body to the calling it's been yearning.
Smearing up your make-up, baby girl I'll make up for it.
But for right now?! I'll slut you out to the sun comes out in the morning.
Mind fucking you slowly,
Intensely intensifying the intensity intentionally increasing your sensitivity
As you senselessly scream my name in an octave my neighbors are well aware of,

But they don't know this isn't lust...this is love.

GRACEFUL SYMPHONY

 

It's your grace for me.
I prayed to God to send me an angel,
It's your faith for me.
It's your smile, your style and your warmth for me.
I took trips just to find peace and found you there,
It's God's mercy for me.
It's your inner, outer beauty for me.
Your dark melanin composed like the greatest Symphony.
Independent Queen you are...it is that for me!
It is your sass, your laugh, and that body for me.
Chef's kiss, God executed your being flawlessly.
Lawfully I want to wed you...but in time we'll see
Cause honestly, I’m drawn to you spiritually and mentally.
Physically as well but I won’t dwell on what the eyes can see.
It’s more of what’s inside that provides the drive to give you all of me eternally.
Holistically aesthetically pleasing beyond the naked eye,
A pupil in this game of life, you taught me so our love could fly.
And I crave you like the oxygen I breathe,
I need you to light a flame inside of me,
Because you and I are the perfect composition,
A mixture of jazz and a sample of Beethoven,
And I enjoy singing to your tune.
You see you are my conductor,
And I am happy to be your baton,
Following you as you make music so effortlessly,
And I watch in amazement,
As the tune you are playing is definitely from the harp as it is holding my heart captive.
This symphony is one that sells out arenas,
As everyone cannot wait to hear what two lovers come up with,
And when we begin to string the cords on the guitar,
Everyone watches as we pluck the sound of our two hearts beating,
As this symphony is one of the sounds of love,
Of you and me just loving each other,
As the conductor draws the final curtain on this selection
The Wedding March.