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African Drumbeats
[font=Georgia][font=Tahoma,Geneva][font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]your palms slam the wall
with the words that you speak
your amorous gaze
the stunts that you pull
accents your allure
the slams breach my walls and creep in
you hammer my heart's molten ore
till it turns fluid from your endless passions
a chaotic harmony ensues
your signals turned to beats, beats of my own
my skin tingles,
blood dances to the African drumbeats that have taken over
distance stretches and distorts the rhythm, the pace
you lull it into a slow tranquil hum
a melody forms from the jungle within
i have relinquished all power, you are now my sovereign
i have come to fear affections
adoration smothers me with hate and apprehension
of life's delectable offerings
the more exceptional the prize is,
the more heftier the atonement
my cell's ringtone cuts through the air
my insides cringe
it's 3 in the morning, i add up the odds
restless turbulence sets an arrhythmic pulse in me
it's either you, for you, or about you calling
i stare at the phone but don't reach for it
i walk to the kitchen and boil some chamomiles
it could be you from your plane, coaxing, imploring
it could be the mother of your child checking, yet again
if you have managed your way back into my barren bed
or maybe it's that inevitable call i'll get as your next of kin
the tea is ready now, i sip it slowly
my walls are up again, im ready
the African beats are no longer heard
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with the words that you speak
your amorous gaze
the stunts that you pull
accents your allure
the slams breach my walls and creep in
you hammer my heart's molten ore
till it turns fluid from your endless passions
a chaotic harmony ensues
your signals turned to beats, beats of my own
my skin tingles,
blood dances to the African drumbeats that have taken over
distance stretches and distorts the rhythm, the pace
you lull it into a slow tranquil hum
a melody forms from the jungle within
i have relinquished all power, you are now my sovereign
i have come to fear affections
adoration smothers me with hate and apprehension
of life's delectable offerings
the more exceptional the prize is,
the more heftier the atonement
my cell's ringtone cuts through the air
my insides cringe
it's 3 in the morning, i add up the odds
restless turbulence sets an arrhythmic pulse in me
it's either you, for you, or about you calling
i stare at the phone but don't reach for it
i walk to the kitchen and boil some chamomiles
it could be you from your plane, coaxing, imploring
it could be the mother of your child checking, yet again
if you have managed your way back into my barren bed
or maybe it's that inevitable call i'll get as your next of kin
the tea is ready now, i sip it slowly
my walls are up again, im ready
the African beats are no longer heard
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Published 26th Sep 2011
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- Edited 13th Sep 2018 6:45am
10th Oct 2011 8:37am
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