The love jones Nia Long
The vibe of passion riding the beat of candid
Removing the flash and beating the shadows
Racing the raid of trauma
Tranquility along the trace of her teeth
Kisses of fireworks pursed from her lips
She is the blues in my left thigh
Trying to become the funk in the right
The HOV lane to my pardoned dreams
Pretending my shy flutters aren’t capturing her
The energy boomed its groove with enticement
I’m doused in the sweats of pivotal embraces
Steadying her seat on my slithering tongue
My touch is potent with anticipation
There’s no revelation discreet in our hallway
The smoke lifted every time her vocals are gifted
I’m enslaved to devouring every membrane
Oshun deliver your manifestations to my podium
I’m a seasoned lover with keen objectives
Wisdoms of four play cause cascades of waterfalls
Dripping into the primary election of my thrills
Sunflowers and orchids blossom between her thighs
Unapologetic as my skin encompassed chills
Creeping up every brick road attached to perfected bosoms
It feels like I’m running out of time
As she lifts her knees
Pleading to embrace
The crashing walls
Emptying every load
Into the throat of unsaid plaintiffs
The paragon was reborn to the jism
Praying deliverance and permanence
Imploring we engage
Perfect portrait
She is the rhythm and groove
To the core of my spirits sphere
Abusing every lost notion of our possibility
Prescribing the forefront to eternity.
