BB's Gun: Poetically Poppin'
"Intermission"
Breathless intermission.
Loss of inhibition.
Skin to skin.
Shudderin'.
Listen, listen, listen.
Candle throw,
A wet shadow,
Of lust across the kitchen.
Pausing for a moment.
Melting in the moment.
So completely,
Indiscreetly,
Open, open, open.
Pulses matched,
Souls attached.
Every record broken.
Something like a fever.
Only so much deeper.
Intertwined.
Losing minds.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Pleasure bound.
Second round.
Make me a believer.
In My Soul (9Years Old): Dedicated To My Inner Child
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In my soul
I run through the streets
With brightly colored flags
Surrounded
By other nappy headed children
Our hearts together beat...
BUMP da-boom da-boom
BUMP da-boom da-boom
BUMP da-boom da-boom
In my soul
I'm just about nine years old
I'm not hungry
I don't care to know
The meaning of cold
I have the knowledge
Of far better things
I can teach you to play...
BUMP da-boom da-boom
BUMP da-boom da-boom
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In my soul
My name is
JABULANI!
I can not think
Of a reason to look down
I do not think
My feet are even on the ground
But I hear my dancing feet...
BUMP da-boom da-boom
BUMP da-boom da-boom
BUMP da-boom da-boom
BUMP da-boom da-boom
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In my skin
I am blatantly Brown
In my father's eyes
I am brilliant Gold
In my soul
I am obliviously
About nine years old
How Old Are You?
Creed Of The Courted Matriarch
Dull men have sought me with futility.
Weak men view me as an object of utility.
Wise men have taught of my virtuosity.
Brave men approach me out of curiosity.
Great men have fought for the mere possibility.
Strong men attempt to impress me with virility.
Cold men seek out the warmth of my humanity.
Cute men rank me second place to vanity.
Poor men are those who charge for humility.
Rich men are those to whom I've shown fidelity.