I’m The Cloak Of The Night

Snared all up in his dopamine    
Got my mind open like a poetic feen      
My brotha, let me up for air      
Let me see over those mountaintops, let my scent breathe everywhere      
You buzzing all in my juju honey      
Licking my cortex like whip cream heaped on my butter rummy      
Let my name spill off your lips      
So, others will know I’m the bliss when grooving on your tip      
      
I’m the cloak of the night      
       
Surrendering when you got my back bent hips gripped      
Calling to the Gods when you locked in my tight squeeze with that penetrating hard slip      
Let eyes come to know      
I got you drifting in and out the saccharine mix of my soul      
Whispering to your mind, pampering your heart as my tongue up your body seductively rolls      
       
What you doing here, man, circling around me that Rastafarian vibe      
Trying to stir your essence deep in the honeypot of this Moon Child      
I got your apple, softly bite into it      
Savoring in your mouth the secret of your lineage, swallowing the cosmic of its ancient gift      
Illuminating your path balancing your ethos, pathos, logos, when your intellect is in flight      
       
Yeah, baby I’m the cloak of the night      
       
The best carnal food your tongue has ever tasted      
Licking your lips, fingers, surely not to waste it      
Bringing on the surge of your powerful streams      
Feeling the sensations of your wet dream      
Like you the King Blackjack trying to inhabit my honeycomb      
Stinging me with your poetic equations, lassoing me like a midnight song      
Smacking that assmosphere      
Thrusting all in my pinkish stratosphere      
Mm... that feels good, my dear      
Hitting those erogenous zones, with your hard bone just right      
My perceptions, conceptions, moaned against your skin unto Dawn’s Early Light      
       
I’m the cloak of the night      
       
Kissing me with the falling of your inclinations      
Climatic infusing, shaking the inner core of my vibrations      
Your mind reeling in my secretions      
You need not a better reason      
You know my sugar spreads all over this nation      
Kissing my lyrical sundown, laminating in its trickling hydration      
Cosseting you in my alluring persuasion      
Bathing in the enrichment of your pineal gland, intoxicating off the esoteric insight      
I’m the cloak of the night