I wanna feel you like you permeate my innards but I don't wanna be intoxicated by your presence 'cause I want us both to have total recall of the first moment we tasted, walked, felt, breathed and drank each other into each other everytime we taste, walk, feel, breathe and drink each other again and again.
I wanna feel you like when my eyes see you the synergy of my brain tells my heart to pump faster so the blood will flow through my veins making my limbs move me closer to you to feel your arms around me again and your passion on my skin and this happens when I see you in my dreams because seeing you in the flesh takes my breath away, that's how I wanna feel you.
Romance me.....like when the sun and moon pass each other in the setting moments to leave behind stars of each others presence and then they align those same stars like twinkles in the midnight sky to leave a message of sovereignty letting us know that the keeper of the universe has his eyes on us and we are solid.
Merge with me.....like osmosis it's not hard at all since our bodies are the tendency of a fluid, seventy-five percent water we can pass through each other's closeness our skins into a solution of endless love where the love concentration is higher, thus equalizing the passion we possess in our individualism making us stronger apart as we are together! Osmosified. We can do this with the greatest of ease.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
My Knight for a Night
Tall, lanky and vertical
accepted the task on second thought
maybe he wanted to be the hero for a
lady just on principle.
Smiled at me while asking if I indeed was
ready to leave, we mounted the pavement
and began to walk, he had me on the inside of the path
held his arm outstretched to keep me on the curb and
in less than a block we were
at the entrance of a powerful mechanical steed.
He was a perfect gentleman invested by the King to make
sure this first lady had safe passage back to her new homeland
bound to the codes of chivalrous conduct he forged thru
the masses with a tight grip of my hand.
The mechanical steed had seats too many to count yet no two
side by side so my knight for a night sat me in the saddle
while he stood next to me smiling while still on his feet. In terms
of distance he went the extra mile.
accepted the task on second thought
maybe he wanted to be the hero for a
lady just on principle.
Smiled at me while asking if I indeed was
ready to leave, we mounted the pavement
and began to walk, he had me on the inside of the path
held his arm outstretched to keep me on the curb and
in less than a block we were
at the entrance of a powerful mechanical steed.
He was a perfect gentleman invested by the King to make
sure this first lady had safe passage back to her new homeland
bound to the codes of chivalrous conduct he forged thru
the masses with a tight grip of my hand.
The mechanical steed had seats too many to count yet no two
side by side so my knight for a night sat me in the saddle
while he stood next to me smiling while still on his feet. In terms
of distance he went the extra mile.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Fair Trade
She put her all into it, whatever it was at the time
upon your request, she put her heart into the motions
of her fingers, to create a thing of beauty through the pain.
And you want to give her mere pennies for her commodities,
making them by hand makes them priceless, far above an even exchange
she lives in the same world but another country.
You've admired her creations from afar, now you stand up close
and personal,can touch her and the words coming from your mouth
are an insult you should feel shame for trying to rob her blind.
upon your request, she put her heart into the motions
of her fingers, to create a thing of beauty through the pain.
And you want to give her mere pennies for her commodities,
making them by hand makes them priceless, far above an even exchange
she lives in the same world but another country.
You've admired her creations from afar, now you stand up close
and personal,can touch her and the words coming from your mouth
are an insult you should feel shame for trying to rob her blind.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Waiting for Solomon
The man who can express himself to God
is the man I'm waiting for
wisdom abounds within him way beyond
his years of presence among men,
extraordinarily wise, a sage.
He knows his purpose, his place,
his peace for it is more than just
scribed in his name
it's his heritage to lead flocks
of people women and men.
Wisdom, wealth and writing
he's a poet, an accountant and a counselor
with words that speak volumes
he will greet me, "oh most beautiful woman"
jewelry will only enhance me in his eyes.
The king of all suitors
he will bring peace with his stride
a warm touch with his hands
his kiss will be sweet like wine
and his fragrance will spread
like the sound of his name.
All the women adore him
rightly so, but he will be mine
and I will be his.
is the man I'm waiting for
wisdom abounds within him way beyond
his years of presence among men,
extraordinarily wise, a sage.
He knows his purpose, his place,
his peace for it is more than just
scribed in his name
it's his heritage to lead flocks
of people women and men.
Wisdom, wealth and writing
he's a poet, an accountant and a counselor
with words that speak volumes
he will greet me, "oh most beautiful woman"
jewelry will only enhance me in his eyes.
The king of all suitors
he will bring peace with his stride
a warm touch with his hands
his kiss will be sweet like wine
and his fragrance will spread
like the sound of his name.
All the women adore him
rightly so, but he will be mine
and I will be his.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
By the Moonlight
She wants to sit in a place
lit by the midnight's sky
next to an oak tree
next to the man of her dreams
listening to the sounds of nature
from the humm of an insect
to the whispers of the wind.
she wants to sit in a place
with a bird's eye view of serenity
alongside her soulmate who
somehow got away decades ago
when she followed the wrong path
because noone could tell her
which way to go, heart loss.
She wants to sit in a place
next to the water's edge
where the fall is effervescent
bringing everything back to
the forefront of memory lane
and remain suspended in air
next to an oak tree
on a mountain top
alongside her soulmate
lit by the midnight's sky
next to an oak tree
next to the man of her dreams
listening to the sounds of nature
from the humm of an insect
to the whispers of the wind.
she wants to sit in a place
with a bird's eye view of serenity
alongside her soulmate who
somehow got away decades ago
when she followed the wrong path
because noone could tell her
which way to go, heart loss.
She wants to sit in a place
next to the water's edge
where the fall is effervescent
bringing everything back to
the forefront of memory lane
and remain suspended in air
next to an oak tree
on a mountain top
alongside her soulmate
My Paradise
Solitude is where I find the greatest concentration of pleasure yet I'm all alone, just me, my thoughts and silence golden, mind often wanders to places completely unknown no fences just green grass and harmony, I roam.
Twisted as the veins that tangle and weave confinement is as strong as the material used to entwine, my paradise is a state of mind, I like it alot sometimes, and then there are the days when loneliness takes over and I want to let someone in but alas I'm my own island.
Sailing on the open seas searching high and low for someone who thinks like me, not sick or contagious or immune system deficient but I promise this state of serene feels much like quarantine and I fight, I fight with me, my inner strength, my feminist.
I walk until my feet can stand no more and when I stop I'm at a place with what seems like many doors I have my choice of which one to enter in, my paradise is a wilderness and the trees are my view, my shade, my sustenance, for fruit hangs from every one.
Isolation is a wonderful place for me, problems that surround the body in the distance can't reside near me for they drag, deplete, and discourage. I'm trying to encourage the masses they resist and I must withdraw my island paradise doesn't want your emptiness.
Twisted as the veins that tangle and weave confinement is as strong as the material used to entwine, my paradise is a state of mind, I like it alot sometimes, and then there are the days when loneliness takes over and I want to let someone in but alas I'm my own island.
Sailing on the open seas searching high and low for someone who thinks like me, not sick or contagious or immune system deficient but I promise this state of serene feels much like quarantine and I fight, I fight with me, my inner strength, my feminist.
I walk until my feet can stand no more and when I stop I'm at a place with what seems like many doors I have my choice of which one to enter in, my paradise is a wilderness and the trees are my view, my shade, my sustenance, for fruit hangs from every one.
Isolation is a wonderful place for me, problems that surround the body in the distance can't reside near me for they drag, deplete, and discourage. I'm trying to encourage the masses they resist and I must withdraw my island paradise doesn't want your emptiness.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Caribbean Dreams
Sun hanging high in the sky
giving off rays that warm the
sand between my toes
refreshing beverage
and fruit galore
tropical climate to adorn
my days and sparkle my nights
ocean water
crystal clear
yet, blue turqoise
as far as the eyes can see
trees with vibrant green leaves
adorning me with shadows sweet
and a cool breeze comforting
my mahogany skin
standing on my feet
frolicking endlessly
waiting on reality
to meet my daydreams
giving new life
to my words
divine
living with ease
in paradise.
giving off rays that warm the
sand between my toes
refreshing beverage
and fruit galore
tropical climate to adorn
my days and sparkle my nights
ocean water
crystal clear
yet, blue turqoise
as far as the eyes can see
trees with vibrant green leaves
adorning me with shadows sweet
and a cool breeze comforting
my mahogany skin
standing on my feet
frolicking endlessly
waiting on reality
to meet my daydreams
giving new life
to my words
divine
living with ease
in paradise.
Allibi
He's so blatantly honest
don't know if I should
be disgusted
one thing about his honesty
it makes him trustworthy
I guess
he'd undress me and caress me
and tease me and please me
even make his mouth say
words to engage me
maybe consider marrying me
but the bastard would still
make out with some woman
from his past, 'cause letting
go of what he likes don't
come easy,
what kinda shit is that?
I think I'm mad
just for knowing so much truth
but proud to tell you
that the last time we were
together he kissed me
and I felt nothing matter of fact
if I let him kiss me again
I'd have to teach his ass how
to do it right
to top it off he had
a water bed
and making love
on a motion filled surface
never appealed to me
so I'll stick to
the four legged bed
and a one woman man
don't know if I should
be disgusted
one thing about his honesty
it makes him trustworthy
I guess
he'd undress me and caress me
and tease me and please me
even make his mouth say
words to engage me
maybe consider marrying me
but the bastard would still
make out with some woman
from his past, 'cause letting
go of what he likes don't
come easy,
what kinda shit is that?
I think I'm mad
just for knowing so much truth
but proud to tell you
that the last time we were
together he kissed me
and I felt nothing matter of fact
if I let him kiss me again
I'd have to teach his ass how
to do it right
to top it off he had
a water bed
and making love
on a motion filled surface
never appealed to me
so I'll stick to
the four legged bed
and a one woman man
Morning Glance
"EARTH MOTHERS" (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ..WINK, WINK, TAKING CARE OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING.. DIVINE MOTHER WIT (WISDOM) Thanks for all you do for so many!! You Give Birth (Creativity, Love, Courage, Intelligence, Guidance) Love You! ~Ria
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I Wanna Hear
I wake every morning
to sights so beautiful
glancing through the window
panes,
looking at the picture frames
that surround the faces of
those I love and hold dear
a time in the past
I was close enough
to touch
to embrace
to kiss
now my dawns are a work of art
I use my memories to paint
collages on canvasses in
my mind spaces left blank
by the absence of virtual visions
I read your words in black and white
some come in color but nothing compares
to the passion warmth that
exudes from your lips to
my ears
I wanna hear your voice
to sights so beautiful
glancing through the window
panes,
looking at the picture frames
that surround the faces of
those I love and hold dear
a time in the past
I was close enough
to touch
to embrace
to kiss
now my dawns are a work of art
I use my memories to paint
collages on canvasses in
my mind spaces left blank
by the absence of virtual visions
I read your words in black and white
some come in color but nothing compares
to the passion warmth that
exudes from your lips to
my ears
I wanna hear your voice
I Write Poetry
I write poetry to stay alive
amongst a sea of seaweed
trying to strangle the life
out of me
As the moonlight dances on the water
in an attempt to disquise the oceans
atrocities.
I write poetry, it helps me breathe
through the tiniest, finest threads of
destruction
going on around me
The walls appear to be skyscraper high
figments of the imagination
that my pen can make
disappear.
I write poetry when I need to fight
it's like putting gloves on
that cushion the blow I deliver
with my words when I'm on the floor
A right hook is my specialty
it hits the mark
your thoughts or your heart!
amongst a sea of seaweed
trying to strangle the life
out of me
As the moonlight dances on the water
in an attempt to disquise the oceans
atrocities.
I write poetry, it helps me breathe
through the tiniest, finest threads of
destruction
going on around me
The walls appear to be skyscraper high
figments of the imagination
that my pen can make
disappear.
I write poetry when I need to fight
it's like putting gloves on
that cushion the blow I deliver
with my words when I'm on the floor
A right hook is my specialty
it hits the mark
your thoughts or your heart!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Thief
Random thoughts
create deep sighs
heart is wrenched
yet encased to be
protected from arrows of
deceit
twisted thinking
invites in the
thrill of satisfaction
gotten by the disguise
the lies of lust
that produces instant
gratification
with no long term
committment
but I won't prostitute
even my poetry
to get a surreptitious glance of
me is all he'll get.
create deep sighs
heart is wrenched
yet encased to be
protected from arrows of
deceit
twisted thinking
invites in the
thrill of satisfaction
gotten by the disguise
the lies of lust
that produces instant
gratification
with no long term
committment
but I won't prostitute
even my poetry
to get a surreptitious glance of
me is all he'll get.
Exit
I got two good eyes
to see with but only my
imagination forms
you, you show up in my night
vision known as dreams, dreams
that seem to be taking forever
to come true, true to my heart is
how I must remain while I wait
for you to step out of my subconscious
into my reality.
to see with but only my
imagination forms
you, you show up in my night
vision known as dreams, dreams
that seem to be taking forever
to come true, true to my heart is
how I must remain while I wait
for you to step out of my subconscious
into my reality.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Hide & Seek
where is the love specifically for me?
hiding in the shadows of the oak tree
standing in the middle of broad day
escaping the rays of light by a narrow
margin of doubt
because that's what haunts me in the
corners of my heart
how can finding me be so hard
I promise I'm standing right
here in the middle of erotica's front yard
can't you see me
of course you can
and
I pray for patience
'cause it's true I want the ready man
the man ready
to have me just as I am
it's understood I'm strong enough to
survive on my own
but I long to belong to you
to love
to cherish
to honor
to be reciprocal, perpetual
with the joys of living out loud
to share the throne of reigning
the two of us on the number 9 cloud.
hiding in the shadows of the oak tree
standing in the middle of broad day
escaping the rays of light by a narrow
margin of doubt
because that's what haunts me in the
corners of my heart
how can finding me be so hard
I promise I'm standing right
here in the middle of erotica's front yard
can't you see me
of course you can
and
I pray for patience
'cause it's true I want the ready man
the man ready
to have me just as I am
it's understood I'm strong enough to
survive on my own
but I long to belong to you
to love
to cherish
to honor
to be reciprocal, perpetual
with the joys of living out loud
to share the throne of reigning
the two of us on the number 9 cloud.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Morning Glance
Morning Glance is the title of my first manuscript, it is a daily devotional type of book, that I will have published in the near future.
Today's excerpt:
Sitting still is often a great position to assume in one's daily life. There is so much to be attained that can fuel you for the rest of the day, one minute at a time. As I sat this morning looking out the window I heard a beautiful melody coming from a bird I could not see. Be encouraged that beauty does abound even if your blind to it. Let the fragrance of it's presence soothe you and propel you to do great things for yourself and those you love, as God loves and provides.
Today's excerpt:
Sitting still is often a great position to assume in one's daily life. There is so much to be attained that can fuel you for the rest of the day, one minute at a time. As I sat this morning looking out the window I heard a beautiful melody coming from a bird I could not see. Be encouraged that beauty does abound even if your blind to it. Let the fragrance of it's presence soothe you and propel you to do great things for yourself and those you love, as God loves and provides.
Longing
Seems as though that which she desires is so far
out of reach
morning comes and still she can't see
a glimpse, a blink or a shadow
of what she hopes will be
like a mirage in the desert her life
has turned dry and sandy
windblown in the darkest of night and cold
fighting back the tears that hide waiting to
overtake her false sense of pride
she longs to hold and to be held by the hand
cherished, treasured and consumed like
a satisfied craving for a rich piece of chocolate
with almonds, a sweet caramel blend
Home for her heart is in the distance
this is what powers her fierce desire
a resting place filled with all the things she's
longing for....
out of reach
morning comes and still she can't see
a glimpse, a blink or a shadow
of what she hopes will be
like a mirage in the desert her life
has turned dry and sandy
windblown in the darkest of night and cold
fighting back the tears that hide waiting to
overtake her false sense of pride
she longs to hold and to be held by the hand
cherished, treasured and consumed like
a satisfied craving for a rich piece of chocolate
with almonds, a sweet caramel blend
Home for her heart is in the distance
this is what powers her fierce desire
a resting place filled with all the things she's
longing for....
Monday, July 11, 2011
For Sale
He obviously didn't
give it much thought
before he let his most
valued asset go
Was only thinking
about the pain he
was feeling at the moment
not realizing it would be back
He sold it
in the blink of an eye
the whisper of a word
the soothing of the throat
It was priceless
had long term
inscribed all over
it's inherited wealth
Birthright, family, self,
dignity and leadership
somethings aren't for
sale at all.
give it much thought
before he let his most
valued asset go
Was only thinking
about the pain he
was feeling at the moment
not realizing it would be back
He sold it
in the blink of an eye
the whisper of a word
the soothing of the throat
It was priceless
had long term
inscribed all over
it's inherited wealth
Birthright, family, self,
dignity and leadership
somethings aren't for
sale at all.
Happy HairDay
Natural woman
growing hair naturally
white cream free
freedom from chemical chains
styling sometimes hard
but full of dignity
dreadlocks the style I choose
maintaining them
on my own has proven to be
quite the challenge
yet easy
Frustration did arise
almost grabbed the scissors
to cut them down
to size
someone stopped me with a
word of praise
Suggested I give them names
alas dreadlocks saved!
Naia drapes the nape of my
neck flowing
Tempest and Temple
hang near my ears
Caprice & Carrie
sometimes
do their own free spirit
thing on the crown of my head
so I've given identity
to five
signifying grace
My hair is my glory
putting a smile on my face
while telling another version
of my story.
growing hair naturally
white cream free
freedom from chemical chains
styling sometimes hard
but full of dignity
dreadlocks the style I choose
maintaining them
on my own has proven to be
quite the challenge
yet easy
Frustration did arise
almost grabbed the scissors
to cut them down
to size
someone stopped me with a
word of praise
Suggested I give them names
alas dreadlocks saved!
Naia drapes the nape of my
neck flowing
Tempest and Temple
hang near my ears
Caprice & Carrie
sometimes
do their own free spirit
thing on the crown of my head
so I've given identity
to five
signifying grace
My hair is my glory
putting a smile on my face
while telling another version
of my story.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
One Chapter
My life is an open book
she says this to people all the time
when they ask where did you come
from and how did you get here,
here being the state of mind
calm spirit
she seems to exude
all the time
when given the opportunity to tell
the story
it never sounds good
the trial
the tribulation
apparent
deception
but she smiles and says
she understands how they're
thinking
for she used to have her own
perception
gave too much credit
to the tools
of trade
the people who make
the rules that govern
the land
she has since discovered
through
unction
interpretation
intuition
that the plan all along
was to move
the minds of man/woman
that they
would believe
they had control of her
present let alone her future
but the God she serves
today is the
same God that
her ancestors
believed
yesterday,
today
the spotlight
has revealed
an orchestrated play
and she is the main
character
the Queen
protected
directed
destined
to succeed
all else are pawns
in a laid out
strategy
that the minds of men
will never comprehend.
she says this to people all the time
when they ask where did you come
from and how did you get here,
here being the state of mind
calm spirit
she seems to exude
all the time
when given the opportunity to tell
the story
it never sounds good
the trial
the tribulation
apparent
deception
but she smiles and says
she understands how they're
thinking
for she used to have her own
perception
gave too much credit
to the tools
of trade
the people who make
the rules that govern
the land
she has since discovered
through
unction
interpretation
intuition
that the plan all along
was to move
the minds of man/woman
that they
would believe
they had control of her
present let alone her future
but the God she serves
today is the
same God that
her ancestors
believed
yesterday,
today
the spotlight
has revealed
an orchestrated play
and she is the main
character
the Queen
protected
directed
destined
to succeed
all else are pawns
in a laid out
strategy
that the minds of men
will never comprehend.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Voice of a Nation
I want to be the
voice of hope
of reason
of undying love
the advocate for all
the little girls
who've grown into
women
that understandably
hold onto anger
betrayal
hurt and fear
lavished
ravished
thrown upon them
by some
lying
maniacal
perverted
man
with low self esteem
so many years ago
I want to be the voice
that eradicates
validates
brings the
vision back
cleansing
the soul
planting new seeds
of worth
of knowledge
of peace
that makes her whole
again
I have no idea
what the monster
of wrong feels or looks
like
I want to be the pillow
of words
she
rests her head on
at night
knowing there's
a higher power
that will eventually
make all things
right
the memories will
never disappear
but I want to be
the voice that calms
the fear that helps
her forgive
so she can
flourish
in her heart
and live
I want to be that voice.
voice of hope
of reason
of undying love
the advocate for all
the little girls
who've grown into
women
that understandably
hold onto anger
betrayal
hurt and fear
lavished
ravished
thrown upon them
by some
lying
maniacal
perverted
man
with low self esteem
so many years ago
I want to be the voice
that eradicates
validates
brings the
vision back
cleansing
the soul
planting new seeds
of worth
of knowledge
of peace
that makes her whole
again
I have no idea
what the monster
of wrong feels or looks
like
I want to be the pillow
of words
she
rests her head on
at night
knowing there's
a higher power
that will eventually
make all things
right
the memories will
never disappear
but I want to be
the voice that calms
the fear that helps
her forgive
so she can
flourish
in her heart
and live
I want to be that voice.
In The Natural
Sitting at the house
looking out the window
past the balcony
thinking how good
my life is
holding onto to hope
for the coming of abundance
in all aspects of living
but my earthen woman
is distracted almost distraught
at the truth because
in the natural
there is a sense of lacking
in companionship
bill paying
activities that resemble
fun
laughing sometimes
at reality but
overflowing giggles
while viewing television
eating less than normal
needing my own personal
garden of fruits and vegetables
travelling around the world
is only in my dreams
knowing full well that
fulfilling my purpose on earth
is the beginning of my means
to my end so I wait with great hope
but
in the natural
I'm a wreck.
looking out the window
past the balcony
thinking how good
my life is
holding onto to hope
for the coming of abundance
in all aspects of living
but my earthen woman
is distracted almost distraught
at the truth because
in the natural
there is a sense of lacking
in companionship
bill paying
activities that resemble
fun
laughing sometimes
at reality but
overflowing giggles
while viewing television
eating less than normal
needing my own personal
garden of fruits and vegetables
travelling around the world
is only in my dreams
knowing full well that
fulfilling my purpose on earth
is the beginning of my means
to my end so I wait with great hope
but
in the natural
I'm a wreck.
Friday, July 8, 2011
What Happens Next
He's standing there with
the box gripped tight in his hand
the words that came from her
mouth he just can't understand
sounded like she said no but what
he heard was something
like I'm not that kind of girl
it was an immune response
a skin graft gone wrong
he was trying to transplant
his heart to hers
but she wasn't accepting
only rejecting
how harmful is that
tellin' the man to take the ring back
so he's standing there
with his strongest organ
in his hand, his heart
big in passion
but small enough to fit in a box
he thought they were compatible
never imagined she'd resist
treat him like some foreign
organism
now she dares to say lets go back
to the way we were
no idea
that immunological incompatability
doesn't get a second chance
rejection, dejection is the same as
ejection an attack of the flesh
that one can never retrack
what happens next
is someone new
another transplant
no more her
his heart's in a box
at the bottom of lovesick lake.
the box gripped tight in his hand
the words that came from her
mouth he just can't understand
sounded like she said no but what
he heard was something
like I'm not that kind of girl
it was an immune response
a skin graft gone wrong
he was trying to transplant
his heart to hers
but she wasn't accepting
only rejecting
how harmful is that
tellin' the man to take the ring back
so he's standing there
with his strongest organ
in his hand, his heart
big in passion
but small enough to fit in a box
he thought they were compatible
never imagined she'd resist
treat him like some foreign
organism
now she dares to say lets go back
to the way we were
no idea
that immunological incompatability
doesn't get a second chance
rejection, dejection is the same as
ejection an attack of the flesh
that one can never retrack
what happens next
is someone new
another transplant
no more her
his heart's in a box
at the bottom of lovesick lake.
We Get High
He's my long chain of amino acids
makes me feel good if only in my mind
he binds to my neuroreceptors without using his hands
relieves my pain in a manner similar to that of morphine
something I've only heard about
demerol is the strongest drug
that ever ran through my veins
He's dope
thoughts of him flow through me like he resides
in my pituitary gland,
he's my major threefold pain killer
my analgesic opiates
makes all my pain go away
in an instant like vicodin
my body receptors are activated by the mere thought of him
I'm so natural that when we get together
we make painkilling compounds
and it's all ectasy
chemistry
morphine within
endorphins connect
our euphoric feelings increase our appetite
we modulate and regulate
we got sex hormones all over the place
so we do it again and
like prolonged, continuous exercise
we produce
a "runner's high"
He's my long chain of amino acids.
makes me feel good if only in my mind
he binds to my neuroreceptors without using his hands
relieves my pain in a manner similar to that of morphine
something I've only heard about
demerol is the strongest drug
that ever ran through my veins
He's dope
thoughts of him flow through me like he resides
in my pituitary gland,
he's my major threefold pain killer
my analgesic opiates
makes all my pain go away
in an instant like vicodin
my body receptors are activated by the mere thought of him
I'm so natural that when we get together
we make painkilling compounds
and it's all ectasy
chemistry
morphine within
endorphins connect
our euphoric feelings increase our appetite
we modulate and regulate
we got sex hormones all over the place
so we do it again and
like prolonged, continuous exercise
we produce
a "runner's high"
He's my long chain of amino acids.
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