Tikah...

A lot of these skeptic critics are leaving me skeptically numb for their hypothesis show nothing educated just a complicated guess turned assumption.

You know love? Introduce her to me with mental and emotional lyrics so we can verbally slow dance her remedy.

Video vixening you in my mind... Painting your melodic curves all in my mind. We're dancing

Let's not over exhaust words here

Riddling with this and that... Diffusing scattered verbal syntheses

I just want to hold your hand and walk around engaged in each other. Boastfully but quietly expressing how interested we truly are. Museum focused. Observed down to the detail by those looking on. A forever portrait. A natural connection could be the title. Even with opposition we still map out beyond well.

On the real, you are the real to and for me.

No compass loving. I'm going in all directions wrapped up in our swirl of perfect love swings... Up up up... My mind is climbing heights of direction. Mental educated stories of highs... Engraving our biographies in pavements and skies.

I've video vixened you and I in my mind. The finest illustrators will be amazed with our genius paintings... Paintings illustrated without ink. Heroes and Sheroes with no roles. We are as is!

We are Mos Def dope together

We know love. Un-uttered words but uttered urge...urging to be accompanied by your choke... Holding me to my soul... Bringing on orgasmic deliverance. I'm exposing my desire for you here

Simple smiles. Simple greetings. Simple dimples. Simple observation
Simple nude
Simple advances... Advancing
Simple astonishment
Simply in tune

Crumbling in each other palms... Crumbling like melted soft coned chocolate ice cream treats...
No wicked games... Just wicked space keeping us physically separated... We kept exploring beyond textbooks... Only using dictionaries to enhance our vocabulary to speak love word schemes to one another... Barnes & Noble dates; these dates dated t1 d2

Ambitiously pursuing you. The real for me. Slipping into your grip I let it all out silently... You gazed at me seeing the perfect size and shape. I let you inhale and bury your face inside what must be a genies cave. Golds and furnishings too exquisite. d'oeuvres dishes... You dined

Still I'm crushing. Balancing out want and need. MA'AT!