It all started with a kiss.
Question is was it of death or eternal bliss?
You may now kiss the bride.
But how long will she be by my side?
If this all sounds a little apprehensive
That’s because it’s competitive
In the market of love.
You know what I’m thinkin’ of,
The amount of time we spent together
Wondering if, when or whether
We’d be able to go through with all of this.
So how can I put this?

I may have gotten into somethin’ I can’t get out of
But divorce is not an option when you’re dealin’ with love.
And although she stood by my side during our courtship
I hadn’t the slightest idea it’d turn into a relationship.

Will she be able to take the pressure?
Or will she begin to measure
The amount
Then begin to count
How much time I spend with her?
Will I be there when things occur?
She knows I will when she calls me.
Guess we’re both fools you and I can see
That we’re taking on the challenge of wedded bliss.
And to think it all started with a kiss.
I may have gotten into somethin’ I can’t get out of
But divorce is not an option when you’re dealin’ with love.
And although she stood by my side during our courtship
I hadn’t the slightest idea it’d turn into a relationship.
 

I Can’t Believe Me

Listen, I don’t have time for psychoanalysis,
Nor am I willing to dismiss
An eye for an eye, a kiss for a kiss.
But there’s one thing I know as far as I can see.
How can I believe you if I can’t believe me?
Granted there are times when I said I love you.
Some of it was false and some of it was true.
See, I can’t be tied down to you moody contradictions.
Cause if lies were the truth we’d all be reading fictions.
Which is exactly what we’re reading most of the time.
Their credibility is tainted, that’s why I write in rhyme.
The structure is fine but my thoughts are sublime.
’m eatin’ the grapes while you’re drinkin’ the wine.
‘Cause if truth were the lies and lies were the truth,
The youth would be old and the old would be youth.
So let’s focus on the haves and have knots
Who might live forever or who might get shots
To the intellectum while readin’ this prose.
It’ll open up their eyes as well as their nose.
I suppose
I could go on and on
From dusk till dawn
About my belief
As well as my grief.
But the only solution
Would be a revolution
To avoid our execution
And in its place evolution.

The structure is fine but my thoughts are sublime.
I’m eatin’ the grapes while you’re drinkin’ the wine.
‘Cause if truth were the lies and lies were the truth,
The youth would be old and the old would be youth.

Give a Brother Some Rhythm

When I called her up, she told me I could come around
Without mentioning my name or uttering a sound.
All I heard was heavy breathin’ and a moan
With a heat so intense that it melted the phone.
So I took a shower and splashed on some cologne,
Rubbed down on cocoa and got clean to the bone,
Jumped in my X and headed for her place
While slappin’ in a disk with some funky ass bass.
When I got on the highway, I fired up the bomb,
Then put a towel in my lap; didn’t wanna stain the palm.
I gotta use these hands for her therapeutic massage.
I gotta use these hands for our pleasurable menage.

She may not have taste but she knows how to pick ‘em,
Especially when it comes to givin’ a brother some rhythm.
To this very day I still melt with her touch.
I went there with nothin’ and came out with much.

Ah, yeah, my head’s in the right elevation.
So I strolled up to the door and let Miles do the presentation.
When she entered the room in a see-through negligee,
I started undressin’ without waitin’ for her to say
We would be goin’ out awhile, I want this night to last.
You’re not gonna come over here and crash just for a piece of ass.
And you know she was right; we had a very good time.
The best I ever had which comes to mind.
I’m glad I met her; this woman changed my life.
We look back and laugh now ‘cause this woman is my wife.

She may not have taste but she knows how to pick ‘em,
Especially when it comes to givin’ a brother some rhythm.
To this very day I still melt with her touch.
I went there with nothin’ and came out with much.

See What I’m Missing

Soft, breathable, and smooth to the touch.
I’ll have my lady wear this; it won’t be askin’ for much.
What can I say; I have a weakness for nightwear,
Be it lace, see thru, cotton, or shear.
Doesn’t matter if it’s Felina, Jennifer Moore or Donna Karan.
My woman looks good in anything to please her man.
A robe is only necessary when it’s used for answerin’ the door.

And that’s only if we’re uncomfortable while doin’ it on the floor.
Other than that we wouldn’t hear the telephone ring.
The only thing we hear is the passion in our sing.

The strokin’ of the hand’ the sucking of the breast’ the long passionate kissin’;
Damn, she sends chills up my spine, I see what I am missin’.
But we’ll get together very soon one day and there’s no doubt about that.
I just hope with all the time that has passed her head hasn’t gotten fat.

So Morgan Taylor, Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren and Valentino,
My woman would look good in anything you can make. Can you see it, no.
You’ll have to take my word for it ‘cause she is not a model.
‘Cause sometimes we sleep naked; who has time to fiddle with clothes and dawdle.
Or I’ll give her one of my T-shirts; she looks better in it than I do.
And after some serious foreplay we just lay around and screw.
All day long or all night long,
Makes no difference when we’re singin’ our song
To recharge our karma after a long week of frustration.
And it sure beats hell out of prayer and meditation.
But I’m gonna make the purchase; nighties add something to the event.
With a night of love and bliss and passion, buyin’ it is money well spent.

The strokin’ of the hand’ the sucking of the breast’ the long passionate kissin’;
Damn, she sends chills up my spine, I see what I am missin’.
But we’ll get together very soon one day and there’s no doubt about that.
I just hope with all the time that has passed her head hasn’t gotten fat.

   What Time What Day

Ah, thank you, you shouldn’t have; don’t worry, I didn’t.
And if I could I would or wouldn’t admit it.
But since you’re here and I have your attention
Come flow with me into another dimension,
A dimension where sight becomes sound and sound becomes taste,
Where colors come to light and light tends to waste
Time illuminating things that should or shouldn’t be seen.
Does all this make sense; do you know what I mean?

The more you write, the less you demean.
If you never write, you never convene
‘Cause there’s always somethin’’ important to say.
It all depends at what time on what day.

If you do, I don’t, I have nothin’ on my mind.
I’m just writin’ this down to see if I could find
A subject of interest I can write about,
Somethin’’ to fascinate beyond reason or doubt.
If you find it, call me; tell me; let me know.
One shouldn’t waste words when you’re seekin’ to grow.
So shall I weep?
When you reap
What you sow?
 No.
I don’t think so.
Therefore I shall continue to flow
And face the muse
It’s what I do to inform or amuse.

The more you write, the less you demean.
If you never write, you never convene
’’Cause there’s always somethin’’ important to say.
It all depends at what time on what day.