Talk To Me BabyStanding 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. |
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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? |
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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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