Talk To Me Baby

Standing face to face with my man eyes fixated on my lips

I replied repeat that again baby?

No, "you tell me first"

Gazing into your eyes

understanding your silence"

Feeling your heart beating

as I stand close to you

warmth of your body has my heart beating faster?

Can you feel it baby? "I do baby"

That’s why I can't speak; all I can do is stare

at your breathtaking beauty gazing at my Egyptian Queen

a vocabulary fountain filled with words

of love only for you, "keep talking", baby

"Even if you got to break it down, to a whisper

my ear is all yours", speak baby, speak 

"Looking at you makes me know why my life

always feel so rich

Here I stand gazing at my paradise

Capturing this very moment as my sweetest dose of reality

Looking at you is like stopping and smelling the roses"

I'm captivated by every word that falls from your lips,

holding on to every syllable, vow, noun and loving the sound

as I taste the dripping of your sweetness as it falls to my lips

Keep talking baby.  Oh baby keep talking.

PERFORM FOR YOU

You don’t need a ticket

You are my VIP

You have a constant access badge

Your seat is reserved in the front row

Placed a do not disturb sign on the door

Entering the stage, in my elegant gown

As I stare at you, I’m about to get down.

I want to enter the auditorium of your mind.

As you sip on your glass of wine.

Softly I speak, Mic check, Mic check

To make sure you hear my poem

Or do I want to sing you a love song

All I know is, I want to perform for you

So you can see the woman that you made

Inside of me come out, that my soul

Wants to scream and shout

Baby, can I perform for you?

When I look into your eyes

I want to write all night long

A poem that echoes my heart

Beat of love, as heaven has

Released its doves

Baby can I perform for you

Something new for I don’t know

What else to do?

You remain on the stage of my mind

Making me want to drop it like it’s hot

For I am tied up in a million knots

As I grab this Mic looking at you

Spitting my poetry is all I do.

Especially, every moment when

I am thinking of you.

Can I perform for you?

Can I?

 

WATCH ME WORK

Should I pick up the pen again

When my heart has run out of ink?

My pain is so severe I can’t think

Should I expose

This black woman pain

Wrapped up in her soul?

This is a story, which is not old!

Should I just kick back in this chair?

And throw my thoughts up in the air

Allowing the world to go by?

Continue to let these tears

Fall from my eyes?

This black woman weeps

Not just for you

But, I weep for the world

That doesn’t understand my pain

Should I pick up the pen again?

For when I write

I may reveal my fight within

And trust me, baby, we won’t be friends!

Should I walk up on the stage of life

Allowing you to see this black woman’s

Performance through her pain?

Should I show the universe

This black woman is not cursed

For she knows her verse

As she strolls down the street

Swinging her purse

Should I show this world

My black woman side?

Trust me the world would

Be surprised.

Damn , Should I?

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