He saw me before I saw him...
You looking for me, Warrior?
Are you in need of rest?
The revolution to free minds is long
... I understand at times you need soft songs
So allow me to sing to you...
I want you to run your tongue from my lips to my clit
So you can taste my thoughts as I spill verse after verse in your mouth,
Man, let’s keep it real,
I want to deep throat your petrified rod until you scream to pagan gods
I want to lay you on your back and plant kisses up and down your spine while reaching under you and stroking your resurrection
I want you to enter my wetness slowly while reciting a poem
I usually don’t swallow, its full of pollutants if the minds not right
Yet, I would swallow you because I know your insides are pure with the light,
You will taste like ancient scrolls of knowledge
My God of ancient tongue,
I promise you if you drip your generations I won’t waste one ----
what I don’t capture upon my lips I will capture in my caverns grips,
Screaming your name like a prayer
Knowing that I might only have seconds for you to be there,
I would lay by your side.
I felt old, until your Midas touch of gold,
Reminding me of the treasures that I hold-
My belief in the Savior is renewed and I promise you he is not a Jew-
Crucify me on your body as you lay like a cross upon my altar
pierce me with your ancient spear,
Will you offer me sips of vinegar prolonging my agony?
Or allow me taste of Red fruits from ancestral vines
Killing me slowly only to rebuild my temple and label me renewed?
I bow... offering my self to you no struggle no fight--
Will you have me? Even if just for the night...
You can return to saving the world come sunlight.