To think my eyes haven’t been the same since age 14. The day i met her, was the day my eyes were open, as if her beauty was the forbidden fruit of love. Her smile gave my heart goosebumps. Extra thumps, opened thoughts as if now my heart is no longer arranging a solo but made room for a duet for her, and I. Experiencing what those rhythm and blues artist sung about. Her name ringing bells, gave my heart a up beat and left my brain humming a lovers tune. So I embraced the side effects of senor cupid’s arrows.
I even asked Webster to create a new word with a picture of her for the definition because she was the beautifulest girl my hearts ever seen. And between the high school ages my heart grew fond of her. Forming bonds from constant walks to class and asking Victoria her secrets.
With each word She spoke, I herd loves story began And thoughts of forever flocked my head. Her mere essence painted my ambition and dreams was her muse. I even fused her name with mine just to see what it sounds like but my parents beat me to it.
And for that i wanted to introduce her to them. Later, the world and after, thank God for making such a girl. But instead I let my head convince i was too young. And someone like her was too good to lose so I chose not to do so. Wrongful choice.
Years later and failed relationships some came and all went, I’m still looking for replacements. Cleaning whats left of a polluted mind with thoughts of her. With time, her picture remains in my heart gallery. So I tell friends of my Art show, beauty still the inspiration. So when people visit I pray time explain it’s stories. With hope she one day revisits… Because I’ve never spilled my feelings so I’m letting my pen express an untold mural.
RARE HOLOGRAPHIC CHILD HOOD ARTIFACTS.
We wake to symphony of rain.
As they play arranging a melody, lyrics.
Letting us know we’ll be staying in today.
So we engage in the chorus,
snuggle up with metaphors,
cuddle in similies
Until fondled thoughts release deep breathes of love.
Forecast let’s me know we’ve reached dew point. Your sweet fragrance fills the air as my fingers reach, until your legs unwind like honey suckle blossoming in the peak of spring. Our lips, pressed against each others skin. Working like birds and the bees. Taking the time to sow every inch with a kiss until goose bumps are reaped. Pollination, comes with time so let’s not rush.
You see, i want our to love to rise like heat in the middle of the summer. Our bodies to be caught up in a heat wave, rubbing as if we’re composing a song for crickets to play. Creating an enviroment for our senses to heighten. Sweat to form, like we’ve been caught in summer shower with no plans of using towels.
So with each stroke, we fall deeper in love. Hands hiking up your hills with views of lip biting. While eyes fastened to love faces resembling the beauty in autumn leaves. From blushing red to black smeared makeup. We grip at each others existence and fingertips rake whats left of skin. Letting deep sighs and quivering winds express each others name. Nature calling for Rain, sleet, or snow, and I’ll show I can weather this storm.
Whether…
It be reaching for your delicacy,
tongue stretched out for a snowflake and with each taste sends a winter breeze down your spine.
Or me standing at attention,
trying to find that spot every women craves to be hit until we both come to the agreement that our love will never last a season.
We wake to symphony of rain.
As they play arranging a melody, lyrics.
Letting us know we’ll be staying in today.
So we engage in the chorus,
snuggle up with metaphors,
cuddle in similies
Until fondled thoughts release deep breathes of love.
Forecast let’s me know we’ve reached dew point. Your sweet fragrance fills the air as my fingers reach, until your legs unwind like honey suckle blossoming in the peak of spring. Our lips, pressed against each others skin. Working like birds and the bees. Taking the time to sow every inch with a kiss until goose bumps are reaped. Pollination, comes with time so let’s not rush.
You see, i want our to love to rise like heat in the middle of the summer. Our bodies to be caught up in a heat wave, rubbing as if we’re composing a song for crickets to play. Therefore creating an enviroment for our senses to heighten. Sweat to form, like we’ve been caught in summer shower with no plans of using towels.
So with each stroke, we fall deeper in love. Hands hiking up your hills with views of lip biting. While eyes fastened to love faces resembling the beauty in autumn leaves. From blushing red to black smeared makeup. We grip at each others existence and fingertips rake whats left of skin. Letting deep sighs and quivering winds express each others name. Nature calling for Rain, sleet, or snow, and I’ll show I can weather this storm.
Whether…
It be reaching for your delicacy,
tongue stretched out for a snowflake and with each taste sends a winter breeze down your spine.
Or me standing at attention,
trying to find that spot every women craves to be hit until we both come to the agreement that our love will never last a season.
