Thursday, January 7, 2010
As I... open the door to our bedroom
I see you making your flower bloom
Your petals with light moisture on them
Looks my sleep situation just became real grim
I loosen up my tie and unbutton my shirt
You lick your lips and make your eyes flirt
I unbuckle my pants, you smile- no, just grin
Thoughts of you opening wide begin to creep in
I move towards you, you slide towards me
We embrace each other, this is how it's supposed to be
You lick my earlobe, I kiss your collarbone
I take my cell and pull the battery out the phone
No distractions, we about to embark on a journey
What are we doing? Last game of the tourney
You're going for the ring; me? The championship
No more fuck buddies, I want a lasting relationship
House phone's off the hook, I'm cunning like a crook
My tongue find every cranny, crevice, and nook; that's the hook
You kiss my lips, use your teeth to pull on the bottom
Your breath makes me excited, your eyes says "I got him"
Sexy beast, ready to devour and feast
On every part of my flesh but my kisses make you cease
I lay you on your back, ready to taste the yoni juice
We about to go to war, in this one, no truce
You wrap your thighs around my head, all I hear is blood
Rushing, my tongue breaks the dam, here comes the flood
Raindrops keep falling on my head
My sexy lady just made a waterbed
Now this is the part where things get tricky
No chocolate sauce or honey could make things this sticky
I ask you what position, you say you're not picky
I start to feel a buzz as if someone slipped me a mickey
Licky licky, you like that don't you?
The pleasure is all yours, and you'll come, won't you?
To a higher plane, where existence don't matter
Serve me that food, baby, my personal hors d'œuvre platter
Yes, you read that right, this is just the appetizer
You're my course study, and I'm the analyzer
I'm trying to pass class to Human Sexuality 102
Where I can use my skills to really show you
Exactly what I can do, and where we can go
We can get there fast, or I can usher you nice and slow
No music playing, just the sound of your moans
You're my Nina, and I'm you Darius love jones
In a sentimental mood, the room's spinning fast
You smile hard, make me grip your ass
I feel you cross your ankles, telling me not to move
My actions and breathing start erratic, but get real smooth
There's the rush, I feel your Niagra fall
I'm hoping you're good enough to even make Viagra stall
I feel your shakes and shudders, your left foot is bouncing quick
I hear you moan, whisper, say, scream "I want that dick!"
Happy to oblige my lady, go for a ride
It's fun out here, but I want to get inside
Laying on my back, the tables have turned
You're a good student, show me what you've learned
You hold down my wrists, stare in my eyes
You use me as your saddle, grip me with your thighs
Back and forth, like Aaliyah baby, rock the boat
Damn, it's wet, glad I got a raincoat
Cause I don't see myself lasting too long
In this monsoon, but I remain strong
I can't... I can't... I... I'm crashing to shore with so much force
My words aren't coming, but I am: Verbal Intercourse
Now playing: 14KT - Verbal Intercourse 06'
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
First of all, Happy New Year.
Second, thank you for reading. Seriously, it means a lot to me.
Finally, I wanted to explain this year. If you've been a long time reader (or you go into my backlog) you've noticed that my years have "themes" so to speak. 2007 and 2008, I got an idea while watching Dr. Strangelove (Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb). It was a dark comedy, and at that time, I was going to some pretty hilarious things, so all of my titles had an 'or' added to it. 2009, I thought about counting the days until the end of the year... and the end of a lot of other things as well.
Well, this year, I want to do the soundtrack to my life. Every time I post, I want to have a song to go along with the topic. Tonight, I thought about it, and I have a pretty extensive music collection, and I have music that fits every situation.
So, I want you guys to ride with me again this year. It's been a little over 121 hours into the new year, and I feel pretty good. Great, actually. Things are looking up, I got some exciting stuff coming down the pipeline, and finally, today... Atlas shrugged.
I don't feel like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore. I did lose a couple of friends at the turn of the year, but it's for the best; I may have been a cancer to them, and I wouldn't want to impede them in any way. Don't get me wrong; I still love them, and I'll always have their back in anything they do, but I can't deal with the constant BS any longer. Time to focus on ME and what I deserve out of life.
Invisibility has it's perks and flaws; I'm never looked for when I don't want to be; yet, I'm never wanted when I want to be looked for. This year, I intend on becoming comfortable with that.
This is just the beginning. This is my story.
This is the soundtrack to my life.
Now playing: KiD CuDi - Soundtrack 2 My Life