Music must be a lady,
She's so sultry in the way
That she moves her harmonies
Upon my ear drums.

How she caresses my body,
As it moves to her beat.
Music.
Such elegant beauty,
She puts a bounce in my step,
Whenever I am in her presence.

This,
Young miss,
Never seems to age,
For her face ever changes,
Some more beautiful than the next.
Some have less to be desired.

Though she always wins me back,
With the passion I lack.
I think I L.O.V.E. you,
This connection between us both
Will stand the test of time.
Any doubts I had
Let me make it up with love
As we lay in this bed,
Your infectious rhythm
Pollutes my mind,
And when we kiss,
The lights go out--
When we touch
Your sweet chords
Give a deep ****** energy.

So many times I've been proven wrong,
Your body always on the tip of my tongue.
Layered with such intricacies
I cannot help but revel in the beauty
That my mind’s eye sees.

Music must be a lady,
She's so sultry in the way
That she moves her harmonies
Upon my ear drums.

How she caresses my body,
As it moves to her beat.
Music.
Such elegant beauty,
She puts a bounce in my step,
Whenever I am in her presence.

This,
Young miss,
Never seems to age,
For her face ever changes,
Some more beautiful than the next.
Some have less to be desired.

Though she always wins me back,
With the passion I lack.
I think I L.O.V.E. you,
This connection between us both
Will stand the test of time.
Any doubts I had
Let me make it up with love
As we lay in this bed,
Your infectious rhythm
Pollutes my mind,
And when we kiss,
The lights go out--
When we touch
Your sweet chords
Give a deep ****** energy.

So many times I've been proven wrong,
Your body always on the tip of my tongue.
Layered with such intricacies
I cannot help but revel in the beauty
That my mind’s eye sees.

Young miss,
I pray thee,
Please do not
Forsake me.

Young miss,
I want you,
Tell me what
I must do.

Young miss,
My soul burns,
For your touch
My heart yearns.

Young miss,
My eyes zoom,
To the future where our baby lies
In your womb.

Young miss,
Do not fret,
Be not afraid
My heart's set.

Young miss,
Believe in me,
have faith
And you shall see.

Young miss,
By your throne,
Shall I stand strong
I'll not roam.

Young miss,
Your eyes capture,
My mind, body, soul
A divine rapture.

Young miss,
Oh, your past?
I dwell in the future,
For time does not last.

Young miss,
I'm only one man,
But for you I will
Do what I can.

Young miss,
I have, not much --
But from a reciprocated touch
Blooms a reciprocated love.

Young miss,
I pray thee,
Take my hand,
And let's flee.

A man filled with purity
From a God filled with Love.
Came with cleans hands,
From the discomfort of living up above.
A man with no iniquity,
Who only sees equality,
Obedient to what His Father asked of he,
Simply to save you and me.

Though His hands were clean and free of sin,
He had a passion to serve from deep within.
We ***** people,
muddy with hate,
Muddy with pride,
Daily we procrastinate.
He tainted His clean hands,
For the sake of our lives.

Willing to get His hands *****,
Something we do not do,
Though we are covered with dirt,
This we refuse to see.

***** hands,
Of Him who saved us,
***** hands of us who live without love.
***** hands of us who believe in God,
***** hands,
Idle.

A baby born
into a world of light,
darker than them
who beheld her face.
Revered for her lack of beauty,
Destroyed for her lack of light.

Through toil & pain,
Heartache & rain,
Still no disdain
Was shown towards her oppressors.
Often her tears
Were akin to the Amazonian rivers,
Forever flowing,
But deep in the jungles of her heart.

As a caterpillar has beauty,
seen only by those who know it;
Her beauty lay within,
seen by only those who see past her skin.

So she must lay in her cocoon,
For as a flower she must bloom.

Time,
a machine
of death,
of life,
of beauty.
Uncontrollable,
Unfathomable.

When she comes around
A butterfly comes forth,
The beauty within
Is revealed to the world.

Black silk;
Once seen to be ugly,
Formed from cocoons
Reveal it's true wonder,
Beautiful Africa.

Two
Bodies caressing each other,
Complimenting the skin tones,
As they touch one another.

Perfectly synchronised,
The same but different.
A song so perfect,
It stays on repeat.
A melody so divine,
The dance is locked in your feet.
Their voice adds a sultry bass to your ear,
The rhythm of your heart,
Skips a beat.

The highs meet the lows,
And the ears begin to ***** up,
A love making duet you suppose.
To taste the sound of sweetness
to hear the emotion of love,
To see the chords of heat
To feel the harmonies of passion.

Mixes and blends
of the tongue-twisted music.
The emotions profound,
felt from tap and synth.
An audience of two
Hear the touch of rhythmic blues,
As the piano keys play,
And a guitar riff ensues.