Your heartbeat’s the song I long to freestyle over. Its rhythm guides my lips; kiss poems across your hips. Eye follow as long locks bowtie themselves around your fingertips.
Beg me not forget that we beat truly pure here. Freestyling to one another over breathing patterns undiscovered meanings have us feigning love uncovered. Breathe.
Speeching sweet none of the aboves. Your flow speaks above the city streets, lights beep,
Night sleep writes dreams to moon eyes. See your reflection eclipse itself times three bright. Got me feeling like a microphone you finesse words down my throat to no escape.
Check mate. We make, remix, remake music unsung intimately intertwined tongues redefine making life and liking love…speaking sweet none of the aboves to none of the above but one another...love her.
3 comments:
yo that was sick. sick as hell.
That was pretty friend. Very pretty.
well I don't know about you but I got a boner.
Anyway.
Good shit.
For real.
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