Love Your City

weezy wednesdays are officially deaded. lil wayne ceases to inspire me. obviously if he does something worth writing home about, i’ll beee dat, but for now i bid wayne adieu with this (unfortunately clean) dope lil gem.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
- V. Nabokov

the abyss.

between what is                      what isn’t                      and what cannot be said.

speaking in tongues
with tongues

lover’s breath//little death (killing me softly with his song)

pull my lips into yours and make me understand.
when i put my hand justtherejustso . . . i know you feel me. feel me?

your heartbeat is faster than i expected.

what unspoken intricacy is setting that pace?
what i mean to say is………

undulations, gyrations, vibrations
actions speak louder than words (and we screamin’, son).

can’t help but wonder if that’s just a cliché.

sure, our actions might be screaming..
shouting, yelling, declaring.

but words, they cut deep.

do you remember when you told me not to get attached to you?

i do.

it begins with a nibble on the shoulder…got a chip? (she’s hungry)
it’s playful, but purposeful.
no reckless flirtation here. (she knowz what she wants, and just how to get it)
she’s on a mission.
inter……………………………….mission.

lips touch. fingers linger. (linger longer)
fingers dig. fingers feel.
fingers become hands, pulling forward, pulling into..
wrought with frustration
wants and needs blur as heavy breath resurrects
inhaling your expirations as you control mine.    (in and out in and out in and out)
my mind could be nowhere else.
you hands should be nowhere else. they are always finding my secrets.

you’re barely breathing…..on my neck
hairs stand at attention..
nipples do too. aye aye sir.

there is nothing i wouldn’t do to you (what are you doing to me??)
i remember things i never knew…

even upon parting lips, we must peel them from each other as naked skin peels off a leather sofa. stuck.

the immediacy in locking lips (and throwing away the key)
in grabbing hips
…

you bring me down as you lift me up. i need you i need you i have you and
that calms me until the next time there is a momentary lapse in judgement.

let’s speak of right places and wrong times and how did you know to touch me, just there, just so?

soft                       hard                      tough
skin                      flesh                      break