I am poetry...
From the way you approached me,
to the lyrics I envoked to thee.
The way I mentally stroke your mentality..
I am poetry....
From the way I lick my lips,
to that stare into your eyes;
When I bring forth words, so discriptive,
you can almost visualize.
You want to touch, what I say,
and do what I instruct.
Most want to feel the vibe,
but they have no such luck...
Not with me...
I am poetry...
From the caramel color of my skin,
to my natural glow that shines from deep within.
I am the next best thing, to a lustful sin,
I am poetry...
From the way my rear fits in my jeans;
to the sway, you watch, with pa$$ionate gleems,
glares, and stares, reach out and touch me...
For I am poetry..
My style is different from others.
I'm your sister, brother, father and mother.
I am everyone in your family tree...
I am poetry...
From the song that birds sing,
with the rise and set of the sun,
to the whips of the wind, before a storm comes,
I am every river, every ocean, every sea,
I am poetry...
Now that
I have introduced myself,
to everyone, from right to left..
The offer's extended to come with me...
Into my world of Poetry...
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