I wish you could hear her speak...
Like a musical instrument or the sound of symphonies
Her direction, like a great composer
Influencing my thoughts and actions
Her words generate creativity in me and others who are blessed to come in contact with her melodies and harmonies
Her voice follows me...
Telling me where and how to place my hands
And exactly how she needs me to stand
Im forced to obey her every command as she recites her own body into existence...
Her voice is persistent...
Claiming no style or particular way
To teach her style of verbal foreplay
She just arouses me
This she that I envision when she speaks
Claims it to be some alter ego but to me
It's all her...
She's exactly who I need her to be
When I need her to be
She releases herself from my tongue like a foreign language
I guess that means she got me speaking in tongues
But I don't need to understand I'm just here to transcribe the words that I hear when she's near
Allow her to breathe life into my hands
And place beats on my pad
And when she's done,
She calls it what she intended it to be
Spoken rhythms and beats
Sex, love and fantasy
No matter what the decree
It's all just beautiful to me
For she is poetry...
And I've been in love with her since the beginning of forever
Music
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Exposed! by "Ya-Ya"
See...me
Litte ole me
Not the me that stands on stage
glove on one hand
raised eyebrow
spitting "fuck you's" to the blind or middle fingers to the deaf of my past
See...me
India!
Yaya gives my true thoughts a voice
so this quiet, timid bullshit has no choice
I am exposed!
Now...
bleeding out the hurt and pain
salivating my desires and fantasies
Can you see me?
Look hard!
Past my glasses, beyond my fat ass
Stare...
Look into my eyes
For...everything
Fire, desire, pain, anger, my fears, my regrets
DO IT NOW!
While I'm exposed...
I have a tendancy to close up
hide from the world
friends have no idea what lurks in my spirit
family don't care
interested male-parties, only want to know what sounds I make when I'm fucking
Are you paying attention?
Watch me!
I just set fire to that little bush of regret hanging over my head like mistletoe
Fuck You, I don't regret shit, I live, I learn, I love
So...
Stare hard...Listen close...and understand me...deeply
because...
I have just exposed...me
~Yaya
Litte ole me
Not the me that stands on stage
glove on one hand
raised eyebrow
spitting "fuck you's" to the blind or middle fingers to the deaf of my past
See...me
India!
Yaya gives my true thoughts a voice
so this quiet, timid bullshit has no choice
I am exposed!
Now...
bleeding out the hurt and pain
salivating my desires and fantasies
Can you see me?
Look hard!
Past my glasses, beyond my fat ass
Stare...
Look into my eyes
For...everything
Fire, desire, pain, anger, my fears, my regrets
DO IT NOW!
While I'm exposed...
I have a tendancy to close up
hide from the world
friends have no idea what lurks in my spirit
family don't care
interested male-parties, only want to know what sounds I make when I'm fucking
Are you paying attention?
Watch me!
I just set fire to that little bush of regret hanging over my head like mistletoe
Fuck You, I don't regret shit, I live, I learn, I love
So...
Stare hard...Listen close...and understand me...deeply
because...
I have just exposed...me
~Yaya
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