blkdragon

grounded
2004-03-11 05:43:40 (UTC)

Flava-poem

She's a taste that I know
from long ago,
strong flavor with a hint of sweetness!
She must never be gulped
for you'll miss the surprise,
the flavor could change
before your eyes.
Strawberry first thing in the morning,
citrus at noon,
chocolate with the setting of the sun;
coffe when you're on the run
to the apex of ecstasy!
Sip this fine thing
aged in the land of my Fathers.
Distilled with the love
of my Sisters.
Born of the pain of my Mothers.
Let her titillate your senses
with the knowledge that lends
itself to your pain,
that erases the stains
on your soul.
Caress the carafe that she is.
She molds to your touch.
She speaks so much
without a voice
and you hear every note
every tone in every
muscle every bone
and your heart weeps from
joy!
Mjr
Mocha/Erykah, I thank you!




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