I want to sing out my sorrows that hides behinds the irises of my eyes
I want to dance out the passion I feel for the music
For you
I want to create words that can save a nation and build blank canvases ready for new creations
I want to move you with my eyes closer to me
I want you to inhale the scent of my lilacs and jasmine spices that scream out
SEX
I want to sway away my problems and dance away my fears
I want you to try to contain me.....
You cannot censor these raw productions of self.
You can only give yourself to it.
Expressions are limitless
Man, has limits.
What's yours?
"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
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