For Her...

Welcome Ms Maryland Girl... then again girl is an understatement for the profound dominance screaming from your beauty Ms. Lady...

Ms. Lady I've seen you around town perhaps; in fact this city
I've seen you around seductively attracting the attention of many but I see into you seeing a beauty of intelligence, diligence, and dominance
These petty stares that you receive bounce off the glow of your skin
bouncing and ricocheting
simple minds cannot penetrate you beyond hello and well Ms. Lady I've seen you around the city
freshly attired with the right flame... a walking mature boutique only for the eye of the seasoned

Let me thrift your love story... piece together some ill shit to sport; bragging on the uniqueness... I'll chat with you if a conversation is something you desire to indulge in beautiful

Piecing together cohesive days... let me tip toe in here as not to blatantly intrude on your day. An attempt to depict just what is would mean false things will be written; but understand my approach of truth. I can taste the boldness... taste the patched days... just trying to piece together all these descriptions

The home body herself steps out and has everybody bending necks glancing up and down at her body... shit must be uncomfortable. I've given my comfortable glances of admiration and said "Well hey she is fine and I know of her, but who is she?"

Everything marked as your territory hips swaying all over your territory. Foot and heel click clacking all over your territory. Hair flips out of your eye all over your territory. What's it like to take a shot of you? Swimming oh so good to your sanded vacated land. Palm tree eye lids for your eyes open to sun rays of beauty and I'm fresh out of the ocean. I could use a little heat; marvelous sterling ornaments---> your smile

Back to this... there I am getting distracted; back to traveling along pastures of your history

An accounting princess... books open... It's about time someone scripts some literature of you. Texts exchanged; still I cannot change that station of curiosity... Who is she? or Who is she not?

Relating on all levels... Fully getting into you... listening without assumption; your homegirl taught me that!

You told me you love poetry... I heard poetry when you closed your eyes and described yourself to me. Ooo's and aww's adorned my mental verbiage. Check it out! Ms Momma's Maryland Girl---- I agree your eyes captivate; the trust and force in them have wiped the realism of gravity from under the sternest feet

You have lied to me already though. You said you have never been good with speaking your emotions. Oh how body language and silence can speak much louder than any screamed note from those..... .... ... LIPS!

This here is a neutral treat for you
tell me more so I can continue to write pages and pages and pages
explain the not so easy

I mean the breeze is not in this room but my headphones have taken me from this room to a perfect spring breezed room. iPad under my palms. Ne-Yo singing "Sexy Love" in my ears. Envisioning you and the melodic curves to respectful visualizations. The breeze is now perfect in the room. Take me to your perfect spring breezed room and let me into that story

Unlock the door... put the key in your palm if it makes you feel safer. Show me around. Turn the smallest light on; I'm good with seeing glimpse's of images.

placement

speak

Ms.

For once; if only you'd allow yourself to rely on me to paint the picture I have imagined of you for this mere poem

no strain...

I'll pause here
Introductions are meant to be short; I think I've over told the beginning