Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
he doesn't know i...
each
time
he
flows
I
unwind
soul deep and
lie between his
wondrous lines
he doesn't know
I...
open w i d e
to allow his verbs to
vibrate thoroughly
inside me
he doesn't know
I...
love how every
noun and then he
blends adjectives in
that stream in my eardrums
create serenading notes that
undeniably woo me
I
dig
the
hell
out
the
way
he
pimps
the
alphabet
using
nectarous wordplay
to foreplay me into mental
rhapsody
he doesn't know
my...
imagination
literally
imagines
feeling
him
spitting be-bobbing
syllables from poetic pages
that boost my attention to an
un-divided-we
that...
arouses my hopeless
romantic soul to overflow
at the end of each piece he
breaks off in me.
he doesn't know
I...
pray he
never loses
his way with words
in me.
each
time
he
flows
I
flow
too
Written by SmoovVerbiage
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