__________by Soulpiscean
Mmmmm…
I’m in a place where a
song of seduction
kisses every wall
and the smell of
satisfaction
permeates the air.
Can I say that one more time, please?
I said, I’m in a place where the
infinite possibility exists
that I can
press repeat
and you
sing repetitiously
in my ear
and I
sing repetitiously
in your ear,
as we
create the harmony
for this long-awaited
symphony.
Play it back, boo,
keep your rhythm
and
press repeat
‘cause I can stay on beat
as your lips graze my feet,
come up, taste my lips, mmmmm…so sweet,
go back down, add fuel to my heat.
Play it back, boo,
keep that shit coming.
‘Cause I want to understand
my beautiful, black lover/friend
that makes me say:
mmmm,
aah, and
oh, Jesus!
even though I am
atheist.
Can I bring it back?
Press repeat
so I can break down
the lyrics
to this song of seduction?
‘Cause I want to analyze every
metaphor,
simile,
paradox,
and analogy.
Press repeat
so I can throw in some
logic and try to
cipher
this mother-tongue
I never even knew
existed,
because it feels so…
good.
I said, it feels so…
good
when you—Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!—when you
love me the way that you
do
whenever we’re doing the
do
and after the do has been
did;
it feels so
good
when you love me so
good
that my eyes become
the next thing to start a slow
l
_e
__a
___k.
Please, press repeat:
I want to exhaust the possibility
‘cause it’s scaring the shit out of me
that you’re finishing my sentences and
I don’t care,
and you consist to insist on
invading my personal space
but I’m glad you’re always there,
and whenever you speak it’s like…
my soul has been bared,
and when you look at me…
damn.
Can I just bring it back one last time, right quick?
I’m just, I’m just in this
beautiful place
right now. I’m in this
pretty-ass place—
in the
heart of my mind,
mind of my heart,
where I can always
replay the
foreplay
we played before our sexual
relay and it just makes me wanna
say
mmmmm…
