(HARD WATER)
Come here baby, let me see, fuckin wit my mentality.
If I were a sculptor I would remold you out of clay.
Splash little clear drops of glue on my finished piece.
Place you on my living room table and call you dew.
Show people your fine lines and speak of your levels.
Droplets forming rivulets and saturating my mind.
Stretch marks and that nappy hair on your head and mond veneris.
Oh my! Got to catch my breath.
Cool breeze on my teeth as I suck you in.
Drink of your divinity, oh Allah hast blessed me aplenty.
Such are the blessings bestowed on me.
I inhale and your scent makes me heady.
One more time and I may swoon.
Cleopatra and Nefertiti cross my mind.
Promises made in ancient times when my 34th removed grandfather was alive.
Right here right now and I looking at your dark brown skin.
You dripping and wet.
Oh my!
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY
