Tonight

Tonight she sat across this crowded room

I was over taken by something, I felt like I had to say something soon 

Never really been the type that was full of audacity

But tonight... Her. I had to know if she was feeling me.

I walked up with my heart on my sleeve and said "excuse me"

"I think your beautiful, something about you exudes we"

 

Her eyes smiled bigger than my heart did when she didn't shut me down

And her lips would take part, but wouldn't make sounds 

Her jugular played bass drum against that pretty skin on her neck

Her beauty beat me, had me at a lost I threw out my players card deck

I stared at her waiting on a response watching her lips 

No sound as I mentally studied her hips 

 

I was flying in and out of time 

Flew with her in my mind and she nervously said 

......... Hi

 

Not much but ill try 

No other man has ever saw you in this eye

I looked at you and my heart sang a happy cry

And not to pry 

But I got you. Don't be so dry 

She spoke again....

..... Why?

I said "mama, I'm attached to a light in your eye"

You give me life, make me fly

So lets fly 

Say something you make me feel like a supernova. Star, explode, die 

But not before creating the most beautiful thin exposed to your beautiful eye. 

She smiled. 

No sound 

Just a secretly seductive stance 

An as our eyes dance 

My brain wrote our story with the pen from my hand

And my heart, my heart loved her in advance 

But what do I say? 

Tell her how I am feeling today

What I am thinking tonight?

I could part my lips and only say "let's take flight"

To my surprise 

I saw she understood in her eyes 

She became my new skies

She said "damn..."

I said "shit"

"Give me your fears 

Put your heart here

Dry your tears

Let me clean where that make-up smeared "

Give me your heart, let me make love to your brain. 

Oh and before I forget... What's your name... 

She said "love"

 

I said lovely 

Love, be my eternity

Be we

Love, I love you. Exude me

Love me

Loves me

Oh me

Lovely

Love, do you believe in love at first sight?  

You are Love at first sight 

Loved at first sight 

Can I tell you I love you tonight 

Do you trust my spirit? Believe in my might? 

Tell me so that I might get you to feel my love

Feel my gangsta, I'll be ya thug

Would it be too forward if I asked for a hug? 

A kiss?

Can I throw what I feel off my chest?

I'd do it all in your name.

All so that "we" becomes our mutual aim 

We'd share a mutual brain

Split a mutual heart

On a blank canvas, create a bold art

All in her name. 

All in her game 

Pure as white, you're my drug

Baby tonight, be my love. 

Temporary Forever

"Keep it 100, babe. We both know.."

I am just amazed at how far you'd go

So 

Don't stop your melodic flow 

Don't stop your rhythmic cadence when your heel strikes flo'

Keep it on the up and up, on the go 

Because 

"We both know I'm not the only one"

But tonight, I'm the only one

Your mine 

Until I cum, until we cum 

Your me 

Until this magical entanglement is done 

Until its done, we are one 

 

Or just 

"Lie to me, lie to me, lie to me, so sweet"

Because something about the way your ass ripples when I beat 

Something in your sex cry, when our privates, publicly meet 

Frankly, there is no nigga like me

But right now, I don't have the time to make you see 

I'll just make you peak

Make you bend, make you grip, make you weak.

Make you scratch, make you jerk back. Relax, take all of me 

"Baby, ignorance is bliss. Yea, I know exactly what this..."

Is. 

So, shut up and give me a kiss. 

Nah, not my mouth. Kiss  what you miss

Prep it for your lips 

Hmph, your lips 

Prep it for your lady's drip

Shut up, keep that moan inside your lips

Keep that shit inside your mind

Whisper sweet nothing's on your own time 

In fact while I'm leaving you with the shit on my mind. 

Only talking that needs to be done is when you...

"Tell me that, that pussy is mine..."

Mirror, Mirror

Good morning, sexy. How are you today?

Great, that's good. Anything you'd like to say?

Tell me something, how was your night? How did you sleep? 

How did you like last night? Overly sweet?

Hey.. Wait. What's that on your face?

No, look at me. What's this look of distaste?

What's that in your eyes? 

Where is your light? Remove this disguise . 

It's not nothing,it's something. What's wrong?

No,  beautiful, don't cry. We belong.

Just sit right here tell me what it is. 

Is it me, our life, the house? The kids?

Oh no. Don't say that. Are you insane? 

Everything about you epitomizes beauty up to your brain. 

Down to your toes. 

Don't think poison like that. Those lies. Remove those

I know your beauty, because I never lost the ability to see. 

I know you, because you are me.

And incase you were confused with no me there is no me. 

No me. 

Yea, we were never "us" we'd always been one in the same

And now confusions dances in your deep browns. Let me explain.

You lost sight of me, left me standing in this mirror. 

Removed half yourself only to help heal her. 

I'm the best part of you. 

Your confidence, the way you own a room like only you do. 

To be frank. I had to talk to me. 

But you stuck me in this mirror and days grew to eternity

Yea, with me we are you

The beauty and the beast. the concrete rose that grew. 

Withe me you are I 

So, remove that glaze, put that light back on your eye

Because you are beauty

You are life, you exude me

Your genetically wavy hair

The gurantee panty wetting way you stare 

The unmistakeable bulge in your pants 

You large arms that irreplaceably accompany your large hands 

Sexy, just your fucking essence 

Just your style, your walk, your presence

Yea, that's right I'm talking to the man in the mirror. To me. 

I'm implanting myself in his mental. So I can become he. 

So his eyes can process and eliminate all that distort his beauty 

My beauty. I love my 6 pack, love my pornstar booty. 

I love me some me, you, he, I

I'm so fucking sexy, without much try 

Damn, Marley you were right. No woman, no cry. 

No weights, more fly 

Be fly, black boy 

Be cool, white boy

Be confident, Spanish boy 

Don't play possum with your beauty.

Don't be discouraged. Someone loves your pornstar booty 

Someone worships that bulge in your pants. 

No need to say no homo. Because I am your man.

Often confused with arrogance I'm your man-hood. 

I am the things, the words unspoken not spoken because no one else could

Or would 

 

I'm me. 

I'm you 

Wipe your eyes so you can see clearer. 

  

That's right. I'm talking to the man in the mirror.

Ocean

(Sing)

Ow na na na na

I've been thinkin bout you

You know, know, know

I've been thinkin bout you..

No, I've been thinking bout her 

Thinking of tasting her skin, holding her curves

Thinking about fucking her the wrong way, her sweat her new perm

Thinkin bout stretching her the right way, a gift and a curse

My god her ethnic hips don't lie

My god her ethnic lips don't dry 

Her ethnic tears, no cry 

Her ethnic fears, no tie 

Her ethnic cum, no try 

Ethnically sucking me until I cum, I'm dry

(Sing)

Do you think about me still, do ya, do ya 

I'm just thinkin about your head 

Not the one on your shoulders, the one we produced that night in my bed

So far ahead of time. 

Id fucked you like you were my queen, like you were mine

I'd fuck you like you were my dream like I did in my mind

Kissed you like my imagination, eyes closed, blind

(Sing)

No, I don't like you I just thought you were cool enough to kick it...

Kiss it

Lick it 

Stick a finger in

Flick it 

Fight it 

Light it

Ignite it 

Softly bite it

Eat it  

Feed it 

Beat it 

Michael Vick it

(Sing)

I remember how could I forget.. 

How wet you would get, how wet you would stay 

How wet you were when you... We... That day 

That night. 

How in the dark , your brown skin still provided that light 

You pussy rained onto me, confirmed my flight 

Enlightened my hype

Your pussy reigned on to me,  she killed my pain, healed my sight

Rained on to me, gave me life.

(Sing)

Cause I'm lyin down thinking bout you 

And I get the urge to touch myself 

My ears warm as I pretend my hand is you gripping my penal wealth 

My shape forms as is grip tight in attempt to relieve myself 

My heartaches because missing you slays my emotional health

My dick hardens at the thought of how good you make me feel 

And your not here, just my imagination, my new real. 

(Sing)

Do you think about me still

Do you think about me still 

Do ya? 

Do ya? 

Tenses

Sitting here and I've done it again! Tricked myself into believing she was the perfect one for me against all odds.  Sitting here on my 2nd bottle of wine at this over priced ashley dining room table, that frankly I've never liked. Alcohol's subtlety annoys me as much as hers does.. Did! Slowly slurring my speech, making what I had been so blindly tip toeing around the foremost important thing in the room.  That moment when I realized she has.. Had outgrown me. That a thing of the past is what I was yesterday. 

Sitting here staring in to the deep abyss of the hole on the front of my Springfield  xd9. Where did I go wrong? Security and stability slipped away at some point. I had loosened the tight grip I had been holding on to for so long for a split second and lost so much of the sand that is.. Was her love. 

I'm sitting here at this over priced table with my Springfield xd9 staring in the hole that had become my heart but is still the barrel of my gun.  Still too much of a coward to simply pull the trigger and release the firing pin.  I had been betrayed. Maybe I should have noticed it when conversations went unfinished." I love you"s went unsaid. Hugs weren't exchanged and the wetness of her kisses dried up. Her scent had changed and her hair was shorter I noticed it when I came home and I smiled in approval, fucked her from lust and made love to her as I whispered "I like the new haircut". I was upset for her when she came to bed on Saturday night when she came to bed and her 26th eyelash had fallen onto her perfect cheek! I removed it! I noticed it! 

 A real live wire! Untouchable and unapproachable. I had been betrayed. She shared phrases we created with him ad hit him where she was just so playfully hitting me. Embraces I was missing. He had them! I wanted them back!  Kisses that had ran out for me he'd found an additional source.  How could she? 

Sitting in my overpriced coupe physically itching from the fact that his skin almost complimented hers better than mine. Foot mashed on the gas. 60,000 dollar car and you can't move faster than 160mph.  Tears impaired my vision as much as  castello del paggio moscato impaired my judgement.  What to do when I get to her.. To him!  Home wrecker.  Dream crusher.

Her phone was still powered on and we had traveled to this address before.  When he first got his apartment we bought him house warming dinner! Her friends were my friends.. Fuck friends. I had been betrayed! Cut off without warning.  The frayed ends of that rope whipped back in forward with the speed of my heart and bruised my soul and it was black!

 I'm still in my business attire in my overpriced car and my springfield xd9 riding passenger! She had gone out for drinks with her friend. But had left the card on the flowers and he signed "love, his name." drinks had lead to 123 Mississippi st I remember that address, we joked about it. I had bought her that bracelet she drooled over in the mall while we were shopping for the new house. And like the lion I am what better place to assert my undying love and dominance than in a public setting to let every other cat know that on his best day he could never equal the worst me and we were perfect for each other. 

 I made it to his home and I almost questioned my family map and considered calling AT&T to ask when was the last time they refreshed their satellites. My doubts in thinking the love of my life and the life of my love was not inside having an affair were killed when I saw her overpriced suv that I had to have fixed twice because she is a crappy driver, parked in the corner. My poor baby I can say now she is not the brightest. Trying to hide a truck. 

I stumbled from my car and scuffed my Kenneth  Cole square toes, cursed about it and loaded my Springfield. Funny where life will take you.  At that moment I froze mentally and life became a blur. Her moans amplified. My world slowed and I moved faster.  The way the wood splinted when I kicked that door reminded me of my first tour to Iraq I had shattered the door frame blindly aimed my gun and caught a glimpse of what was a pure bliss this bitch had betrayed me. Shared my lust with someone else. I was a successful psychologist yesterday and a soldier that survived 8 tours to Iraq the day before! Today life made me a premeditated murderer!  Her scream dried my tears and jerked me from my brain freeze. I should kill them both is what I thought as I heard his jaw fracture underneath the extended mag attached to my gun. His body hit the floor. I aimed my gun at her and let this person that was a stranger that stole my heart know I wanted it back! Aimed it at her lover. And I shot him. Over and over again in my head and I smiled about it. I place my hot gun against her temple let her know she was dead...

Tenses (meeting with the devil)

She was dead. Dead to me. But I love her... Loved her.  Countless apologies and stale attempts at make up had failed. But she has... Had foxed her way back into my life. I saw the devil that night in her and he laughed at me. He taunted me. I pounded away with her legs over my shoulder.  I was so detached from the moment, yet so involved. I wanted her to hurt. So I penetrated her. I pounded like a mad man, deep breaths and moans had turned into tears on her cheek. My manhood was numb. I was fucking her. She was trying to make love to me. There was no love, no emotion. Just that damned devil and the burned image of her... And him sharing what was mine. She had given it all to him that night. I was filling a void.  

 Subtle tears on her cheek turned into exotic screams escaping her throat. She tried to reposition herself so i would be a little less deep. But I was chasing the devil. I bent her like a pretzel. Placing her knees at her side, trapping her with my body weight and positioning my arms above her shoulders so she could not slide toward the top of the bed anymore.

 "you are not man enough" that is what the devil said to me. He stood there staring at me from behind her eyes teasing me with the image of her and him.  Maybe I'm not man enough. But she doesn't believe that. I'd come down with every piece of me into her. Still numb. Funny how she could never take it all. I was so deep my manhood started to meet resistance inside her. I was chasing that devil. Everytime I smashed that wall, she would scream.

 I felt the skin on my back break. It fueled me. Made me blind then I felt the wetness on my back.  It heightened my senses and made me excited and I welcomed it. I'd smile at the devil. He saw me. Saw me bring this bitch to the perfect balance  of pain and pleasure. She cried and came and ripped my flesh open.  My ears got warm and my heart rate increased the already well endowdress that was my manhood increased in size some more. Her body shivered and her fingers contorted. The devil had left her and become me. I welcomed him. And in one final pound released the love that she had left in my heart..

Tenses (The Smoking Gun)

I laid there.  Reflecting on myself . On us. I was staring into the closed eyes of a mass murderer. I had invited the villain back into my home and now she lies in my bed.  I was afraid to close my eyes.  My car, fresh air, doors, my weapons, above all her face, her moans, and the void that was out love all reminded me of him.. them.  How something I meant so much too had copied and pasted that solidity in another man. Been with me through him and him through me.

I was used.

After chasing the devil down the halls of her womanhood got old. I resorted to watching him cower behind her eyes. I became a monster that even the devil had no choice but to bow down to. Numb, cold, heartless… I laid there and stared at the soul of the woman with the closed eyes and I was scared. I was scared by the nothingness I felt. The void. The ride was over and the spark had savagely clawed its way from our kisses scarring every part of my soul that it came in contact with. I stared and attempted to intentionally bring pain to myself, and it didn’t hurt anymore. It turned me on. Like I was watching 2 strangers go at it. Bring each other to ultimate ecstasy. I gripped, and I drifted with closed eyes, cold hands, warm ears and an erect penis.

 What happened next frightened me. I was surrounded by an audience and this woman’s eyes had opened and her soul was beautiful, her eyes even more so. She stood there like an exotic goddess. Her hair flowed at the winds slightest blow, she seemed to float instead of walk. I was intimidated by her beauty, but I  embraced it as my own. When she leaned out to touch my face I felt every positive emotion you can think of. I was overwhelmed and tears began to flow. I felt something. She made me feel something. She had become my Island of reality in what had become the constant sea of bullshit.

From her touch I had shared all my secrets and she shared hers. Not a word was spoken, but we went together. Flowed off the tongue like Barack Obama. Perfectly in tune with one another. The spectators watched in envy. Some in total awe as we had fallen victim to love at first sight, been soul mates, and got old and died together in one touch. She was all I ever dreamed. She completed my sentences and relieved my tenses. She was love in the human form to the 4^th power times infinity. Most of all she knew the severity of protecting my heart and accepted all of me.  And I…

 Well, I woke up. Sexually relieved and deeply frustrated that my dream had come to past. This woman was real, the realness of the tears on my cheek had reassured me of that. I had felt. The devil could taunt me no more. The knife in my back had become a part of me. As natural as the hair on my head. And for a moment someone had accepted me, knife and all.  And I accepted her. All the while staring into the soul of the woman with her eyes closed.

 A cold sweat had forced its way into my presence. A dream chaser. I wanted to live that dream.  To permanently be in the presence of that Angel. The cold bathroom floor had become a  suitable resting place, and my Springfield XD-9a suitable sleep aid. 2 pounds of trigger pressure had reunited me with my new love and left my neglector a smoking gun.