Oral Sex III

Mind sexin

Game flexin

Drank drinkin

Deep thinkin

Vibe sharin

Emotion barin

Thought provokin

Straight chain smokin

Seriously chillin

Purposely time killin

Infatuation fallin

Stage name callin

Poetry readin

I mighta been misleadin

But im style diggin

And we was hip hop giggin

Heart pitter patterin

Shit wasn't matterin

I was on you- integratin

Here i am now- simply waitin

To once again be sexed with words

To once again be groped by verbs

To feel your depth by the shit you say

To be enchanted by  your straight word play

To sit beside you and feel what you feel

And to know you are hip hop- ya know- the real deal

Our minds connect and poetry is the flow

Just wanted to write this- just so you know

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't love him...just vibed with him...written for Pranx of Po' Pholks

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