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Sun Rise..................(on My Truth)
The sunlight does shine
and I rise
wiping remnants of another day past
from my sleepy eyes
“The reality of it all
is that reality is
what it is or what we think it is.......
Why are things the way they are ?”..........Dionne Farris
Mic check one, check two
everything is everything
the appearance of
doing what it's supposed to do
I place my feet upon the floor
Skin is warm,
sky is blue
I lift up a prayer
so thankful that
I have found you..........
…....my “one and only”, I'm so addicted to
and then
the divinity of madness begins
the rhythm of my
strongly
strangely
beating heart within
this moment
that incessant tingling
all
over
my
body
ringing
like a
tubular bell
temperature rising
a hellish fever
poured all over my
bullet-proof
soul
a throbbing pulse
my thick root rises
hard and fast
between my thighs
in search of your
cooling water
needing to anchor
quickly loosing myself
into early morning
thoughts of you
I'm on fire.........
an overpowering need to
give into my most
carnal desires
the one
I've yet to taste
yet to feel
yet to touch
yet I Love
She is......
more than life to me
the rise and fall
sturm and drang
tension and release
She's my morning love
No one in the world
has ever brought to me
such inner peace....
…..three simple words
that is my plight,
my fight
"where u at? where U At?"
Something's different
this morning
Jennifer Hudson
has invaded
my daily system check.....
….she's my deep tissue itch
that I can not scratch
Never felt this before
and I wonder
Did someone poison my milk?
“Why must the dog chase the cat?”
I am fienin' the touch
of her precious, China silk
rich honey golden strain
lining her sugar walls...
….let me push this needle
deep
inside
your
vein
A brutal “tug of war”
a battle real
this is no game....
”we gon' fight”
and I'm gon' win
My mind tells me “play fair”
my heart begs “I need you so much more than him”
DAMMIT! REBOOT !!!!
Critical mass
hormones raging out of control
This is deeper than the desire
This is a rape of my carnal soul
I need it, I need it
like a junkie needs a fix
just a taste baby,
just a kiss
just a lick.......
....just your love
Never ever felt like this
this shaking of the spirit
Can't get enough of you.....
…...needing you more
each and every day
you're my greatest addiction
….....let me clear my head
my feet on the floor
I press my way
from my bed
to contemplate another day
it's challenges
exciting and new
“...tugging hard on the rope of chance,
yanking feverishly at living in the now”
willingly,
hopelessly
In Love
with you......
Author's Note- (I think that maybe I should stop getting up early, before 6 am and writing. LOL Morning music playing, trying to cook breakfast and ideas just pop into my head like odes and songs. Credits to some friends of mine: Dionne Farris "Reality", Adele, "One And Only", Jennifer Hudson "Where You At?" and "We Gon' Fight", Parliament "Atomic Dog", and a quote from a very prolific writer on our DU site...Thanks)
Enjoy
Published 21st Nov 2013
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21st Nov 2013 9:27pm
How about that watching the sunrise and coming up with words to make you feel hot before breakfast, heres hoping all readers have same addiction making them feel a little hopeless and in love, great words :)
21st Nov 2013 9:55pm
21st Nov 2013 9:40pm
When the sun rise on your truth, it is a beautiful sight to behold! Read it twice! :)
"She's my morning love
No one in the world
has ever brought to me
such inner peace...."<--so gorgeous!
Tender, sensual, loving and thoughtfully penned.
Love this sweety...Xoxo
"She's my morning love
No one in the world
has ever brought to me
such inner peace...."<--so gorgeous!
Tender, sensual, loving and thoughtfully penned.
Love this sweety...Xoxo
Well thank you kindly, Ms. Rain Still fighting with where (what category) to place a poem like this. Aaaaarrrgh
Blessed is a man whose muse will stir such an early morning tempest such as this. In her, he does find "his truth" : )
xoxoxo
Blessed is a man whose muse will stir such an early morning tempest such as this. In her, he does find "his truth" : )
xoxoxo
