They call me Ms. Slip coz i tend to trip but i'm never falling in love and outta love,
See i was the typa chic the guys called hardcore,
You know, the type that you had to down a couple of shots to try out for,
I was wild, untamed,
A lil' mysterious, a lil' complex,I was invincible!
Until... i met him...
The memory of our first encounter remains sweet on my mind like honey dipped strawberries,
He, he had me at hallo,
I just had to know...Who is he?
Who is this man with devouuring eyes that burn deep,
Eyes that see right through my soul,
I was a prisoner of his gaze,
Before him i stood bare, naked,dainty,
Seperated from him by the flames of passion fanned furiously by our lust,
I was hot!
Hot for him,
Hot because of him,
Hot everything plus him!
But instead of letting us burn,
He asked if he could walk with me,
Hold my hand and just talk with me,
He asked if he could kiss my mind with his words,
Open up it's pores to freedom, so it find home,
I said yes!
I remeber losing myself in those big brown eyes,
Like an X on a map of a patch of land pregnant with hidden treasure,
I was stuck on his every word!
Rooted to where i stood,
One with the earth,
Top soil on unconquered him,
I was taken!
The man was fresh,
Like morning dew dripping down rose petals' chins,
He seemed to cool my soul from within and without it showed,
I smiled,
Beemed at his attention,
His liking for me,
Before my eyes he shone like a thousand balls of light bouncing from soul to soul,
Yet my soul he chose to make beautiful,
To colour me fly with his radiance...
He said i was his new constellation,
Earthly because i forwent my place amongst the firmament of the cosmos so that i could brighten up his life,
And though he was slightly intoxicated by my presence,
He would be sure to call if i gave him my number...
It all happened so fast,
Numbers were exchanged,
Goodbyes were said and an elated I took a long cab drive home,
Hoping,
Wanting,
Seething with a raw desire for fleshly presence,
A desire for him...
The invincible was finally conquered...
2 comments:
whoa!! chika ul make me wana ryt agen, den we can try out do each other lyk we used 2..bt dats sam prity dope shit ryt dea
sigh.... why have u not posted something new lately.. need to read more.. get on with it already
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