come in, love
sit
d
o
w
n
next to
m
e
there’s something that i have to tell you
something that’s been weighing on my mind
HEAVY like anchor******thrown******
from a ship in the middle of the atlantic
well…um…/rubbing hands/
i want you…~looking deeply into your eyes~
i’ve longed to be c.a.r.e.s.s.e.d. by you
/clearing throat/
contently
allowing
receipt (of)
every
sensual (and)
sexual
energy
deftly
by YOU…yes
Y
O
U
^shaking head^
you move me in ways
that a woman can only {dream} of
lips to remind me why i love kissing
the pleasure i can imagine!
hands to remind me why i adore being
touched by you just to
have my core quiver with delicious anticipation
like a wax candle succumbing
to the heat of the flame
only to be met with (your) hardness
you’ve awakened a deep-seated passion
that i can’t ignore…pleasing myself
during cold, lonely nights
just takes the edge off
—momentarily
i crave YOU…
please allow me for you to be c.a.r.e.s.s.e.d. as well
you don’t have to say a word
let me show you…

Our Pheremones
Permeate the room
whenever our existences
intertwine I find
patterns of us
SLAM into visions
of me as your Saul
and you as my Sonia
exploring my cerebrum
with the delicacy
that only a
LoveHer
could give
and I desire
for
your touch
to uplift me
to a higher understanding
of myself

My hips dance
with the thought of my
Nerudian craving
for your intelligence
to infect me
with
sapio-sexual fires
that only you
can extinguish
but
you’re gone now
so
I’ll kiss your absence
with anxiousness
for the return
of
your presence….

I’m waiting!

Showin SA- ROC some love with THE LITTLE SPACESHIP!

”Inside My Love” by Trina Broussard from The Love Jones SDTRK:

In this abyss
of darkness
I reminisce
upon your embrace
and I remember
what it is
to feel safe
with your breath
at the nape
of my neck
your lips
lingering close
to mine
I be on some MJ
Remember The Time
type
love jones
I’ll be Nia
and you could be
my midnight photographer
make love on the
record player
and create a new genre
of music
through our moans….

…Yeah, I could go on
with this thought
Wall Street
better take stock
cuz
these are some
baby makin lyrics
the neighbors will
know our names
and everytime
they hear it
they’re gonna go
” OOOoooh DAMN THATZ MY JAM!!!!!!!”