Synful Interludes

The rays of the sun poke against my eyelids… Leave me be; I’m not ready to awaken! You see, I am having this most incredible dream! I encountered approximately 6’5” of butter pecan: Eyes, chestnut dark, yet gentle. Lips, full to the brim but soft, Promising himself to me: For us to be Together Forever. Isn’t that the name of a song Or in some song lyric? Saying he’d be bound to me, Not just when things are right, But whenever there are plights. Have I heard it all before? Holding my breath, wondering when he will go out that door Him saying, I won’t leave unless you tell me… Voice turning my iron clad resolve Into a bowl of grape jelly; Lips running a train all over my skin, Generating slow heat beneath my skin, Crooning is this good to you baby Do you like this Or how about this? Thrilled yet pissed That my body’s sensual combination lock Got Hacked by this brand new virus And my senses are spinning And I do

Show me the man behind the stuntin I keep getting this feelin’ that you straight frontin’ Your profile seems too squeaky clean from E-harmony; Your looks getting females shook and all over your Facebook, But it just seems something’s not quite right; I picked up on it from just the first night. No, you didn’t show me any disrespect, But you’ve given me so much stuff to reflect. You spit so much about the things you have, Like the new paint job you just got on your Jag, And the money you dropped on your fancy condo- Floor so clean you can eat off the floor! And I know for many women, you’re totally awesome! But I’m not like most; I proceed with caution. Yes, I’m pleased you finished at the top of your class And there’s no criminal record on your ass And that you’re dressed like a man from GQ- No, I’m not trying to knock what you do! But with all that being said, Tell me what’s going through your head. Without starting the statement wit

Roars of approval Claps Snaps Inhaling the ambiance of sage Blending in with the back And the black… Being your Number One Fan Is getting tiresome, And I think I’m gonna go into retirement, Pursue a new role; Better yet, create one For myself! I’m stepping away from Fanfare. Because I want to be Fantasy! And you, who can mesmerize… You, who are a master wordsmith, Should already know How this whole thing should go! Taking sentences Appearing as casual chitter chatter, Padding them with Laugh Out Louds, Making light out of the matter. But what’s the matter is It’s hard to be a cool undertone When you are yearning, burning To be warm, bold And in a different zone. All this Laughing Out Loud? For Crying Out Loud! All this cloak and dagger shit, Knowing the joking represents Stuff I really meant. But will it ever come to be? Will you ever leap out of your celebrity? Yes, no can fault the impressiven