Poem: A Game called Foreplay

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Only a soul that’s pure has the capabilities to Love in a manner, which can affect the laws of time,
Causing spontaneous bursts of writings in the form of rhyme,
It dam sure adds to the fire that your finer than a so called dime,
I love to move my hands across your azz like the invisible wall of a mime,
Your refreshing waters that flow, should be served on the rocks with a slice of lime,
A sip of that drink alone can have me oozing my masculine essence that looks like slime,
I want you to make this solid matter, shoots its thick vapor into the sky like it was sublime,
Is it such crime?
—— to wonder how many looks, touches and kisses it takes, to get you in the bed by nine,
Mentally all I need to see is your brain & body, flashing like a vacancy sign,
Because, I want to lay this blueprint in you and create a new architectural design,
I have a romance coupon that reads that only 2 can dine
—— On each other,
and it can’t be duplicated or passed off to another,
——- because it bears your name,
But it can only be signed with this pen, on the surface of those refreshing waters that poured out of you with the downpours came,
This passion for you runs wild and can’t be tamed,
You are that cartridge I need connected to my inner most parts, in order for us to enjoy this interactive game,
So baby these are my thoughts and I was wondering if you felt the same,
—— If so, just push the Play button!

~~DaInfamous
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Poem: Untitled

Love only awakens to a pure tender soul,
Much like a beautiful flower does to the Sun,
Unafraid of the elements the seasons bring,
Because there is a rhythm in the day’s breeze,
A coolness in the night’s air,
Meaning the wind always blows,
In the direction of the windmill,
That provides energy to our souls,
That can never be destroyed, only regenerated.

~~ “DaInfamous”

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Poem: Lady with the Butterfly Tattoo

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Caramelized skin,
Beautiful Smile,
Delicate features,
Exquisite frame,
With hips that sway like the spring flowers,
In an open field,
Tenderly bending back and forth,
Accepting the breeze,
Absorbing the sun,
Sprouting plump fruits,
Swollen and enriched,
Capable of sustaining life,
And satisfying hunger,
But for now,
The flowers spread and bloom,
Producing sweet pollen,
Attracting the inhabitants of the land,
From deep within the forest,
So that they may feed and reproduce,
And dance amongst the grass,
As they kiss each flower that they pass,
Wondering if they can see the colors,
Of taste the difference in the morning dew,
I’ll be that flower in her garden,
So that I can attract the woman with the Butterfly tattoo!

~~DaInfamous

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