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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Poem: Street of Blades

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The light shines bright only on dark nights,
When you are trying to find your way,
Tip toeing thru alleys littered with blades,
That are cutting at your soles,
While your soul bleeds.
And With every step you make,
It seems like you’re just closer to death,
As each blade divides flesh from bone,
Sending only shock to your nerves,
As the pain dissipates into palpitations,
Causing heavy breathing,
Causing you to sit down, and attempt to get control,
Of your balance,
But the ground grabs at your ankles.
So the earth,
Can remind you of its presence,
It sprouts Lillie’s in between your toes,
And their stems remind you of the tenderness,
In the world,
But the dirt is hard,
And it’s texture is rough,
It’s there for you to walk on,
But your body is the only payment that’s enough,
To satisfy its beautiful appetite.

~~~DaInfamous
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Poem: Answers in Decisions

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Through trials we face pains,
Yet we Live,
Live with the burdens of the weight of the world,
Watching it all as it unfolds,
In parables,
That tells the truth of this thing called Life,
So that no one can hide behind the ignorance of a lie,
Told by the old and unwise,
Which is precisely why they are confined to a cell of bitterness,
Padded in Deceit,
With a foul smell of honor that is lacking,
The words of their integrity have no backing,
Exposing their backs to every draft,
Allowing it to carry them away with any gust of wind,
Without even a common courtesy,
Yet you expect me to believe that you supported the work,
But when the Sun heated the earth surface,
You tanned in the flames,
Because you knew there was ice in your veins,
That permeated from the lesson on character that you failed,
Our Savior perished for our selfishness as he was nailed,
To the same cross, you and I believe,
You and I are the descendants of Adam and Eve,
But you can be called Cain,
Because the blood you spilled is calling out from the ground,
I pray that your desire to become a leader is found,
But if not,
Don’t let your pride and ego, eat away at you,
I would rather you,
Find the error in your heart,
And study for the correct answer,
Because the one you chose,
Suppose,
Just suppose it’s Wrong!

~~~DaInfamous
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Poem: SMILE

The days come and go,
And we try our best to accomplish our goals,
Try our best to live our lives with dignity,
But what happens when the drive, slows down,
And the pace turns into a crawl,
And you begin to look for the meaning of your life,
The purpose in your walk,
And the stride in your step,
Stepping past many things, that will only tarnish in time,
Becoming faded like a sunset against a cloudy sky,
Unable to make out, like a statue oxidizing in the air,
— You stop! And focus on the things that never fade,
Never become dull by cutting hard edges,
Stays sharp,
and able to cut through any pains,
Any grief’s,
Any beliefs,
That attempt rob us of our hopes and aspirations,
Our determinations,
The natural things that heal our souls, like medications,
You may ask me,
What are some of the things that spark my motivation?
And honestly I can tell you many things,
Like a key note speaker, at a graduation,
But simply sometimes,
It’s just the Inspiration in Her Smile!

~~~DaInfamous

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Poem: Moonlight

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Quiet touches in the dark,
As fingertips generate energy,
Causing power to flow back and forth,
In a symmetrical pattern,
Where the center always spins on an axis,
Causing the tides to rise from low to high,
Where the currents can be calm and rough,
But the motion always remains consistent,
Aggressively persistent,
In making sure the waters reach the bare shore,
To wash away the remnants of the day,
And the cool waters can flow in between our toes,
As we walk along the sand,
And I can see the moon’s reflection in your eyes,
Revealing the path of my destiny,
But most importance is that you are next to me!

~~~DaInfamous

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