What is life but reproduction?
Over and over,
Life spins.
Over and over,
Life begins.
And human beings are replicated?
Creation of life is a work of art
I see beauty in the creation from the creators.
So young lady,
I don’t want to sound hasty,
At best to give compliments from my chest,
Your parents must be from the Da Vinci, Michelangelo or Degas bloodline,
Your form, curves and silhouette are etched inside of my mind.

Oh my ballerina wont you dance for me,
Poetry in motion
Sistah dance for me
Dance for me

Your Beauty defies logic,
You’re the Beauty that dares the eyes to stare,
Temp the eyes to caress and explore
Wanting more
Such as art
Looking at the colors and strokes
Pastels and oils, —liquids on canvas
Impressionist, Baroque, Neoclassicism or Renaissance
Your beauty sparks the response
Neither of these eras could capture your beauty on canvas.
Yet, I can.
My lady, pose for me!

There’s Beauty in magic,
Magic can be beautiful
Yet, does not possess the essence of your wonders,
You are the Ninth Wonder of the World,
But, the first wonder of my Heart,
The moment I met you my heart stopped.
My lady, dance for me?

I thought I was in heaven from your presence,
And my mind knew just what to say when I first saw you.
The first time I saw your face,
My life stood still
I began to imagine chasing you throughout the grassy nolls and daffodil’s,
In a seclude place with mountains and scenic backdrop.
There were blue waters with dolphins jumping to entertain us.

And I saw the moon rise in your eyes,
As the lightening bugs lit up the trees surround our lives,
Art in the sky,
I am surrounded by beauty,
Hypnotized
And I haven’t even mentioned the sound of your voice.
Captivating
Like night-in-gales
And I am not hallucinating, as they
Touch chores inside my soul
Come here my lady and sing for me?

Wow, I can hear ocean waves, and I can smell your aroma
As I place my hands around your waist,
And I’ve already imagined the love that we could make,
Now, I want to feel you my lover-
Make love to me!

I imagined the hot steamy kisses from your full lips,
That only I know how to kiss you
In the way that you would cherish it,
Reminisce from it,
And want it,
Again and again,
And I imagined the passionate embraces
The art of love-making,
So romantic, as I kiss the inner line of your ears, circulating my tongue
Within and from, on down
To the nap of your neck
Tasting you like nectar,
An enchanted wine with all the intoxicants,
My loving is enough to make you light headed,
So I continue to imagine…

Making love to you as an art,
The art of making love
As I softly lick your lips,
Tongue teasing and pressing,
Searching and confess-ing-
As I passionately caress your hips and backside,
And roll you from side to side,
With your breast upon my chest,
Held and pressed, licked and caressed

While taking you to higher heights,
Giving you all of this volcanic love inside,
While we listen to our own soulful musical sounds
Our adrenalin flows,
And ecstasy takes its rightful place,
As I feel your feelings and you feel mines,
Your nails piercing my back skin,
And your body is shaking,
And only I can understand the word you are say-ing
As you are teased to think it is near the end,
Your body trembling, quivering and quaking….
To say the least your breath, I am taking – as you grab, pull and push me
Making sounds you’ve never made before – sounds that you’ve never imagined before
Sounds-sounding off as we changed positions, and I am exploring your foot-toe by toe as I wet them,
To other parts of your flesh as my tongue take its time – sometimes softly,
Sometime hard on it expedition to its exploration of the secret spot within, this bed is wet-n – don’t you move, come back to me-and change positions-

Make me feel the expression of your attitude,
Till you feel the latitude and longitude of my beatitude
Doing things to you to keep you deeper in the mood,
While your mind is free from limitation,
The only pronunciations are
Ahh, Ohh and tongue!
As our body’s changes, bends, and create new positions
I can tell that you’re receiving more than your expectations,
As the tears roll down your face from what you are experiencing
And what you felt is exhilarating to say the least, in sum -
Is all of what I have been simply trying to say?

You are Love and should be treated as such.

What is life but reproduction?
Over and over,
Life spins.
Over and over,
Life begins.
And human beings are replicated?
Creation of life is a work of art
I see beauty in the creation from the creators.
So my lady-U R Love-My lovely work of art!
© 2012 The Chairman of Spoken Words Music