Since the beginning

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

http://ia700204.us.archive.org/6/items/AnthonyHamilton--ITried/AnthonyHamilton--ITried.mp3

http://ia600202.us.archive.org/10/items/J.ColeFt.Drake-InTheMorning/J.ColeFt.Drake-InTheMorning.mp3

http://ia700502.us.archive.org/31/items/SummersHeat/Heat.mp3

http://ia700500.us.archive.org/2/items/CarlThomas--SummerRain/CarlThomas--SummerRain.mp3

http://ia600508.us.archive.org/2/items/VBornAgainFeaturingJillScott/08_Born_Again.mp3

http://ia700502.us.archive.org/12/items/AnthonyHamilton--TheyDontKnow/AnthonyHamilton--TheyDontKnow.mp3

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

She Asked

She... Asked me for a poem

Needed me to play the strings of her heart with lyrical thought 
And expose a passion that she desired
To spark her internal fire

Placed a pen and pad in my hand
And ordered me to devise a plan to make her
Cum ... To ... Me

She asked...

And my tongue got a little twisted
With a need to explore her waist line
Had a desire to penetrate her thoughts with my mind
By design
Cause I didn't want to miss my mark

She asked me...

To replace a period of neglect
Focus my desires on her neck
And caress the nerves of her soul with a flicker of my tongue
To take control of her physique
Without force, a verbal degree
Curl her toes without using my hands
And make her knees buckle when she tries to stand

She asked me to...

And I couldn't let her down
Without me going down first
Encouraged her hands to explore places that desired to be touched
By me
Or her, since she can do it better than me
Just let me see...

Thighs quiver, no need for celibacy
Just a desire to feel me inside of her
Throbbing with energy
Pulsating our synergy
Feelings of you and me
Alone

In your mind

As I whisper a poem into your ear