Her tongue is sweet and the words she speaks
seeps through challenging me with new thought
Though it's more than my mind she sought
Voice a throaty whisper, she's speaking of upheaval
While she's reaching for my zipper
Sayin' if we can do it like it's supposed to be done
we shall over....come...
Speaking sultry philosophies, to battle my ideologies
Rhetorical and physical mixing in some mystical manner
Her banner is what I'm flyin' now...
Still...my conscience gives me pause
I make it a marytr to this cause
Far from sleeping, she's beseeching me to
...Tear down her walls...
Saying she has a dream
But the scenes she seen in her mind
Are of us intertwined
Integration of another kind
She's still speaking but my eyes
can't find their way from her thighs...
....And still I rise...
Forgetting my own moral restrictions
Swaying hips sway convictions
She says she'll be my Promised Land
The source of my milk and honey
Beckons for me to follow
Saying "Lay with me tonight, we'll birth tomorrow
Leave our sorrow in the past"
Free at last...Free at last...
This revolution will NOT be televised...
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
I enjoyed reading your poem, it was very vivid. You captured me with your words and held my interest until the end. The way you used your words flowed as beautifully as a waterfall. I am impressed and not easily so. I got more out of it than was expected, it was almost overwhelming. I anxiously await with anticipation the next arrangement of thoughts that will grace our thread and wake up the imagination bug that is found in us all.
WAY TO GO!!!