as i step out of my steps what's left is shadowy footprints
inprints on life's door
what do the future have in store
for me,i challenge my intellect with third degree
burns are felt from another side of wisdom's face
replace fate with dismal reflection
i'm catching word erections
flesh extorted by fires ejection
the mouth opens up and out pours affection
a knowledge filled conception
birthdate flickers by
time stands still as clouds pass through the sky
frequently flyer miles applied
dryer tiles on floors as i dipped down low to spy
before the WordZ reach your ear you begin your solomn cry
aligned with WordZ is a passion for vocab so devine
flow that releases at the simple touch of the spine
timid and rough can make it's mark in the sand of time
this hand reminds, the plan to rewind, expand this woman's mouth carbine
next up to filter this design, introducing for the first time,: Sign of the Swine...
you say a touch on my spine releases such divine
sensations on slippery grains of sand that can’t find
it’s missing remnants of time, bare backs against such fine
brown skin that tempted the world at my angry lips, we’ll chime
until the clocks have decided to float up to cloud nine
secret fingertips expressed with intellect against my face
traveled downwards to the man’s deathly intimate embrace
tongues roll aimlessly to determine a useless case
of gigantic regretful proportions besides your waist
I’m intimately trying to prepare for such a race
constructing the ooh’s and aah’s of a scene so familiar
particularly entranced by the sand that’s so peculiar
do you understand? I’m nothing more than to weed your
vocabulary incentive of a passion through lover’s door
determined grains of bliss that ubiquitously want more
mouths pause to suckle at the grace of a spelling bee
whose knees knelt down at my hips to conquer me
fifteen minutes and thirty seconds of a pursued amount of pleas
that escalated to growing cries of the violent seas
Wise doesn’t realize that words tend to capture me
"Open Your Mind to a Poet's Thoughts"
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I mean this is a funny breathless way...Shut up already and kiss her!...The foreplay of the wordplay is utterly amazing for me...I started thinking that the voice wanted not to succumb, yet the fire vanquished all hope and...*sigh*......hell of a read...I was led to your work by Swan...gonna have to thank him for that.
...Peace, Rhonda
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thank you for your comments. please come back again anytimme. did the voice want to succumb or not, who really knows!>,,,lol thank you again for your thoughts.
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lol...
Hmmmm...? Er, ah, well...Ummm...I guess I got diffused by this muse; I tried to reply but my mind was rused. I opened my mind to a Poet's Thoughts and got used. I squinted at the write and got a bit confused. My intellect couldn't collect concepts that kept coming next. This is a tapestry of rhymtic vibrations and jingling sensations. It was hot and left my so-called intellect soaking wet. 3 big phat thumbs up.
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thank you my scribe appricate your kind words of wisdom.....lol i'm glad you liked it.
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WOW
Very impressive you two, this piece was HOT.........Each line somehow got better than the last..Creative words in here and nice use on the imagery..
"replace fate with dismal reflection
i'm catching word erections
flesh extorted by fires ejection"-- VERY HOT
and Swine, you did your thing on this piece.......
I loved this--
"secret fingertips expressed with intellect against my face traveled downwards to the man’s deathly intimate embrace tongues roll aimlessly to determine a useless case"
Pretty hot piece, Loved it from beginning to finish
-Layne
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i'm greatful that you considered reviewing this piece...i' tried my best to compete with the queen...lol...thanks a billion
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holy moly!
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well....i' never....lol...those few words say it all! thanks my child!
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oh my god!
This is fire! wow! can't wait for the finish!
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'nuff props to the little queen who actually murdered this piece with sweetness! THANKS Swine!!!
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