You
A chorus of words, will never amplify or define the type of man who stands right before my eyes. A man so amazing, that even the force of gravity, couldn’t hold me down.
A brotha whose intent is so genuine and real, he makes the very world around me holt to a still. Like the cords to my heart he plays a melody so sweet, searing my soul in the juices of his physique.
You see, there aren’t enough adjectives or nouns to this describe the way he makes me weak inside. So I’ll sum it up, as best I can, and let you know, that ……
“You’re the, rhythm to my soul,
The, poetry to my feet.
The, music to my stride
The, chemistry when we meet.
And you and I combined together,
It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”
Orgasmic flutters overpower my limp curvaious body, as you’ve succeeded to satisfy my womanly desires, for you, I only wish to aspire. You see verse after verse you just keep getting better and better, spoiling me, with your beautiful resonance.
See, the love that we share is a reflection, a reflection of the blessings above, manifesting its light to which no one can touch. You’ve now taken custody of my heart, and I can see no reasoning, negotiating methods I have taken no heed in. See I want you to be my first, my last, my ending and beginning. As I dedicate this declaration of affection, just to let you know, that ……
“You’re the, rhythm to my soul,
The, poetry to my feet.
The, music to my stride
The, chemistry when we meet.
And you and I combined together,
It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”
You’re my Nubian King, I’m your Nubian Queen. My, tall dark hansom black man who, walks like an Egyptian. My, every lasting gob, stopper. Your, flavors excites the balls of the buds on my tongue. My, dialect becomes a manner of confusion, a concern, to which makes my inner thighs inside pulsate and jive. I’m, fixated on your personal high, you, make the bad girl inside me escape and arise. Your, all the things a woman should want and need, I’m, so overwhelmed, you have me buckling at my knees………because….
“You’re the, rhythm to my soul,
The, poetry to my feet.
The, music to my stride
The, chemistry when we meet.
And you and I combined together,
It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”
By Poetic (Carloine Gbolade) Soul ©Copyright
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