by HV
Can I show you that I cherish you?
You said,
My hug spoke to you when I extended my arms to engulf you, and
Your body responded
My lips caressed the veins that ran beneath the nape of your neck, and
Your mind responded
My touch transcended something to you that yearn for, and
Your spirit responded
You look deeply into my eyes while I hold you close
You see things you prefer not to reveal
And that scares you the most
You kiss me softly on my cheek, and your lips revealed secrets,
The same secrets that were exposed when I stole a portion of your lips with mine,
I was tempted to touch you and you the same,
But I restrained myself, not wanting to have any regrets
Our chemistry built and
Created the beginning of a perfect quilt.
The role to cherish you haven't been defined
But I'll take on the task, with a small step in time.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A Chat With Millie J
You know,
The other day I sat in an old Piano lounge
By the Charles River, sippin’ on some Hennessey and chatting with my boys,
Talking about some stuff like what men talk about
As I scanned the small smoke-filled room,
Who do I see, Ms. Jackson,
Yeah, Millie Jackson
This woman's like a mystery,
Yeah, Millie is bad,
She was real bad back in the days,
Sitting there, looking at her,
She's eyeing me,
I strolled over to her and said,
“Millie, you're a fine ass woman.”
She says, “Young man, you ain’t bad yo’self.”
But you know, I’m an ole lady now
I said, "I know"
Back when you were throwing down on stages in
Hotlanta and Chi-town,
I was in my crib with a bib roun’ my neck, puking an' pissin'.
She turned and said, “So you’ve heard my song?”
Yeah, I’ve heard, “Young man, older woman.” [Melody]
And?
Still haven't changed. You are looking good
And like you, I know I ain’t had good sex till I’ve had an older woman
“Stop it son!”
Yeah, I guess I will… because you passed the limit.
I’m a young buckin’ stallion rippin shit up.
You gettn’ fragile now
Can’t handle no stallion no more?
I’ve had some older woman, and you were right,
But I don’t go pass 45.
At that age, you gotta sip it and, whew!
Giver her some tender loving,
Oh yeah, that Colt 45
The other day I sat in an old Piano lounge
By the Charles River, sippin’ on some Hennessey and chatting with my boys,
Talking about some stuff like what men talk about
As I scanned the small smoke-filled room,
Who do I see, Ms. Jackson,
Yeah, Millie Jackson
This woman's like a mystery,
Yeah, Millie is bad,
She was real bad back in the days,
Sitting there, looking at her,
She's eyeing me,
I strolled over to her and said,
“Millie, you're a fine ass woman.”
She says, “Young man, you ain’t bad yo’self.”
But you know, I’m an ole lady now
I said, "I know"
Back when you were throwing down on stages in
Hotlanta and Chi-town,
I was in my crib with a bib roun’ my neck, puking an' pissin'.
She turned and said, “So you’ve heard my song?”
Yeah, I’ve heard, “Young man, older woman.” [Melody]
And?
Still haven't changed. You are looking good
And like you, I know I ain’t had good sex till I’ve had an older woman
“Stop it son!”
Yeah, I guess I will… because you passed the limit.
I’m a young buckin’ stallion rippin shit up.
You gettn’ fragile now
Can’t handle no stallion no more?
I’ve had some older woman, and you were right,
But I don’t go pass 45.
At that age, you gotta sip it and, whew!
Giver her some tender loving,
Oh yeah, that Colt 45
A Black Thang
A black woman
Dates a black man
Then have a black baby
Via a black egg and a black sperm
The black woman
Feeds the black baby
With her black breasts
That squirts almost white milk
Why is the milk almost white?
Fine…no problem
A pink woman
Seduce a black man
The black man feels sorry for the pink woman
The black man and the pink woman
Have a tangle that produces a confused mulatto baby
In light of a disagreement,
The black man pulls right, the pink woman pulls left
The black man wins the tug-o-war
The pink woman claims it is theft
The pink woman lied to mulatto baby
So the mulatto baby think he’s pink
The mulatto baby discovers the truth
And then said pink people stink
The pink justice
Defends the pink woman
For the black man have no right
The mulatto baby like the black man
But don’t understand why the black man always has to fight.
So the pink woman tells the mulatto baby that
The black man dark like night
The pink woman convince the mulatto baby that
Pink is not an ink
But is because she bathe every night and day
Then cover herself with fancy mink
The mulatto baby believed
Didn’t know he was deceived
Cause there’s no black man to take his own stand
The pink woman tells the mulatto baby to
Act pink
Talk pink
Sing pink
Dance pink
Wear pink
Smell pink
Live pink and think pink.
But the mulatto baby remembered
When the black man had said…
Act black
Talk black
Sing black
Dance black
Dress black
Live black and think black
Just be yourself,
Be black, 'cause you are black.
The mulatto baby then said
Pink is stink covered in mink
That allows you privileges of all kind
Black is the target of all oppression,
A CIA bullet and an imprisoned life
If I act pink,
I can get away with the deadliest crime
I can beat a nigger and not worry
I can do all sorts of things and cover it up
I would have the pink justice system to back me
And…I wouldn’t have to worry about jobs
But if I be myself, be black
All hell would break loose
Cops watching my ass everywhere I go
Storekeepers acting like surveillance cameras
I might be in jail or dead by the time I hit twenty
Need I say more?
Cause y’all know the rest of the story
The mulatto baby then said (crying)
I wish I had a black mother
I wish that pink woman hadn’t seduced my black father
I wish it were a black thang
Cause once you go black you can’t go back
But once you go pink
You’ll forever need a shrink.
Dates a black man
Then have a black baby
Via a black egg and a black sperm
The black woman
Feeds the black baby
With her black breasts
That squirts almost white milk
Why is the milk almost white?
Fine…no problem
A pink woman
Seduce a black man
The black man feels sorry for the pink woman
The black man and the pink woman
Have a tangle that produces a confused mulatto baby
In light of a disagreement,
The black man pulls right, the pink woman pulls left
The black man wins the tug-o-war
The pink woman claims it is theft
The pink woman lied to mulatto baby
So the mulatto baby think he’s pink
The mulatto baby discovers the truth
And then said pink people stink
The pink justice
Defends the pink woman
For the black man have no right
The mulatto baby like the black man
But don’t understand why the black man always has to fight.
So the pink woman tells the mulatto baby that
The black man dark like night
The pink woman convince the mulatto baby that
Pink is not an ink
But is because she bathe every night and day
Then cover herself with fancy mink
The mulatto baby believed
Didn’t know he was deceived
Cause there’s no black man to take his own stand
The pink woman tells the mulatto baby to
Act pink
Talk pink
Sing pink
Dance pink
Wear pink
Smell pink
Live pink and think pink.
But the mulatto baby remembered
When the black man had said…
Act black
Talk black
Sing black
Dance black
Dress black
Live black and think black
Just be yourself,
Be black, 'cause you are black.
The mulatto baby then said
Pink is stink covered in mink
That allows you privileges of all kind
Black is the target of all oppression,
A CIA bullet and an imprisoned life
If I act pink,
I can get away with the deadliest crime
I can beat a nigger and not worry
I can do all sorts of things and cover it up
I would have the pink justice system to back me
And…I wouldn’t have to worry about jobs
But if I be myself, be black
All hell would break loose
Cops watching my ass everywhere I go
Storekeepers acting like surveillance cameras
I might be in jail or dead by the time I hit twenty
Need I say more?
Cause y’all know the rest of the story
The mulatto baby then said (crying)
I wish I had a black mother
I wish that pink woman hadn’t seduced my black father
I wish it were a black thang
Cause once you go black you can’t go back
But once you go pink
You’ll forever need a shrink.
To The T
Right beside me sat my conscience
My destiny and my truth
Beautiful, and untamed
Like a child losing a tooth
Her free spirit roams the Serengeti
Like big cats seeking a prey
Letting her tongue loose
Only for a foolish male to pay
Touching her is like feeling
Talcum powder on your bare skin
Many fear her unleashed wrath
The unprovoked she holds within
True to her words, more tender than grace
I see her future when I look in her face.
Head covered with a stripe blue Kangol
Matching coat warms her voluptuous body in the cold
Thick thighs and onion booty
The kind I love to hold.
My destiny and my truth
Beautiful, and untamed
Like a child losing a tooth
Her free spirit roams the Serengeti
Like big cats seeking a prey
Letting her tongue loose
Only for a foolish male to pay
Touching her is like feeling
Talcum powder on your bare skin
Many fear her unleashed wrath
The unprovoked she holds within
True to her words, more tender than grace
I see her future when I look in her face.
Head covered with a stripe blue Kangol
Matching coat warms her voluptuous body in the cold
Thick thighs and onion booty
The kind I love to hold.
Something Good
Send me something good
Send me something more revealing
More visible than a tree in the wilderness
Something close enough to reveal the pistil in your flower
I liked that one but it is still covered,
The flower is not revealed
You say you don't send things
Like that to someone casual
Someone you barely know the meaning of their name
You think I am bad news because
I get you to act unladylike?
You want me to delete my prized possession?
Why would I delete from memory the imagery
Of you and your garden of Eden
That I hold so dear
Send me something good
You say the words I speak
Or put on paper is the fruit of my poison
It's got you tantalized and will probably
Have you spreading eagle at the drop of
Another phrase
You say my words have you losing common sense
And sensibility, but you reveal the rhythm of your heart
When you robe yourself in the tantric sound of my voice
I challenge you to a dance on my Soca head,
And a drink and wine till you regain your senses
Send me something good.
Send me something more revealing
More visible than a tree in the wilderness
Something close enough to reveal the pistil in your flower
I liked that one but it is still covered,
The flower is not revealed
You say you don't send things
Like that to someone casual
Someone you barely know the meaning of their name
You think I am bad news because
I get you to act unladylike?
You want me to delete my prized possession?
Why would I delete from memory the imagery
Of you and your garden of Eden
That I hold so dear
Send me something good
You say the words I speak
Or put on paper is the fruit of my poison
It's got you tantalized and will probably
Have you spreading eagle at the drop of
Another phrase
You say my words have you losing common sense
And sensibility, but you reveal the rhythm of your heart
When you robe yourself in the tantric sound of my voice
I challenge you to a dance on my Soca head,
And a drink and wine till you regain your senses
Send me something good.
Monday, March 16, 2009
A Daughters' Tears
"Mama,
Him touch mi!"
Child,
What you saying to me?
After all this time,
I see the both of you
Watching TV on the couch
Sometimes playing Ludo
You seem happy
He seemed to care
You really want to tell me
His mind was elsewhere?
How can you tell me such a big lie?
Trying to break us up,
Trying to make me cry?
I don't believe a word cause
I know he loves you,
Better tell me the truth or a sending you away
I keep telling you to stop wearing those shorts
Them little mini skirts and those belly-skin shirts
I tell you to behave and don't act loose
I tell you learn how to cook
So you may have some use
You don't listen to what I say
You cut me with your eyes
Now you staring in my face an'
Telling pure lies
He takes care of me
He treats me real nice
He's been here for 10 years
And it's our anniversary
He buys me flowers all the time
Sometimes clothes too
You see that new Lexus
And you want me to believe you?
Get out of my face
You disgust me!
[Daughter]
Mama,
Listen to me,
Him touch me!
It's not the first time
It surely wasn't once.
The last time he did
I stabbed him in his hands
He told you that was a cut he got from work
He didn't tell you his balls were hurting from a knee jerk
He started four years ago
Why you think he doesn't like to hear the radio?
The talk shows always talk about stuff like he did
I bet you don't know that he has five more kids
I'm not the only one that he's touched that's under age
You can ask these other three girls,
Here's their number on this page
I wouldn't tell you this to hurt you, mama
But I had to tell you the truth
You needed to know he molest boys too
You need to leave this brute
And you say I disgust you,
You say get out your face
I will leave tonight
So he can take my place
You say I seem happy,
You don't know how much I cry
I only show you smiles while I grimace inside
'Cause I know you would tell me they are lies
I tried to tell you before
You slap me cross my face
Sent me away to my daddy,
Though you know he takin' freebase
Is that how you treat your daughter,
When you're supposed to love and listen?
Don’t come looking for me
Don't even report me missin'
After all this time,
I cried night after night
Eyes swollen like I was jumped by wasps in my sleep
Bombarded with nightmares, and bad memories
Of me held against my will, and
Bound to your bed posts
Blood running down my leg and
Printing through my skirt
And you thought I was maturing too fast
You think I needed wings at seven
Bruises on my neck and body
But you think my looseness
Got me into schoolyard fights
How did he explain the scratches in his face, and
On his chest as he bore his musty weight down on me?
My wrists were wrapped
From the sprain of pushing so hard
I fought when I wasn't unconscious after being pounded
My small frame crumbled beneath his
And no one was there
You were not there,
And you call me a liar?
You choose him over me?
Here is your anniversary gift,
A river of tears from your daughter.
Him touch mi!"
Child,
What you saying to me?
After all this time,
I see the both of you
Watching TV on the couch
Sometimes playing Ludo
You seem happy
He seemed to care
You really want to tell me
His mind was elsewhere?
How can you tell me such a big lie?
Trying to break us up,
Trying to make me cry?
I don't believe a word cause
I know he loves you,
Better tell me the truth or a sending you away
I keep telling you to stop wearing those shorts
Them little mini skirts and those belly-skin shirts
I tell you to behave and don't act loose
I tell you learn how to cook
So you may have some use
You don't listen to what I say
You cut me with your eyes
Now you staring in my face an'
Telling pure lies
He takes care of me
He treats me real nice
He's been here for 10 years
And it's our anniversary
He buys me flowers all the time
Sometimes clothes too
You see that new Lexus
And you want me to believe you?
Get out of my face
You disgust me!
[Daughter]
Mama,
Listen to me,
Him touch me!
It's not the first time
It surely wasn't once.
The last time he did
I stabbed him in his hands
He told you that was a cut he got from work
He didn't tell you his balls were hurting from a knee jerk
He started four years ago
Why you think he doesn't like to hear the radio?
The talk shows always talk about stuff like he did
I bet you don't know that he has five more kids
I'm not the only one that he's touched that's under age
You can ask these other three girls,
Here's their number on this page
I wouldn't tell you this to hurt you, mama
But I had to tell you the truth
You needed to know he molest boys too
You need to leave this brute
And you say I disgust you,
You say get out your face
I will leave tonight
So he can take my place
You say I seem happy,
You don't know how much I cry
I only show you smiles while I grimace inside
'Cause I know you would tell me they are lies
I tried to tell you before
You slap me cross my face
Sent me away to my daddy,
Though you know he takin' freebase
Is that how you treat your daughter,
When you're supposed to love and listen?
Don’t come looking for me
Don't even report me missin'
After all this time,
I cried night after night
Eyes swollen like I was jumped by wasps in my sleep
Bombarded with nightmares, and bad memories
Of me held against my will, and
Bound to your bed posts
Blood running down my leg and
Printing through my skirt
And you thought I was maturing too fast
You think I needed wings at seven
Bruises on my neck and body
But you think my looseness
Got me into schoolyard fights
How did he explain the scratches in his face, and
On his chest as he bore his musty weight down on me?
My wrists were wrapped
From the sprain of pushing so hard
I fought when I wasn't unconscious after being pounded
My small frame crumbled beneath his
And no one was there
You were not there,
And you call me a liar?
You choose him over me?
Here is your anniversary gift,
A river of tears from your daughter.
Lyrical Bliss
Yesssss…
Kiss it again baby…
Aaawwww, yessss!
You hold me real close then you begin to tease
Kissing me softly, bringing me to my knees
Touching me tender, come and quench my thirst
You can be the one baby, you can be my first
Brown-skinned chocolate lying on my chest
Let me unbutton your blouse and fondle your breast
I can lick your neck and massage your thighs
But you know I can’t do that while I open my eyes
I like the way you move, how you take things slow
Inquiring minds wanna know how you dip it down low
The way you sway your hips, kiss your finger tips
And part your thick, soft, juicy, glossy painted lips
Put them on me baby don’t make me wait
I’m not tryna cum quick but I don’t wanna be late
You bring tears to my eyes and a smile to my cheek
I didn’t know that your touch could make a brother this weak
Kiss me baby, keep going don’t stop
I’ll pull your thongs with my teeth and make em drop
Put my finger in places that will make you moan
While you bow to this Mandingo King on his throne
You reach for my rod of correction without fear
And take it in as I run my fingers through your hair
I massage your neck, my hands fall to your spine
No need to rush, we have a lot of time
"My turn", she whispered
Sit back motherfucka, now that you’ve been pleased
It’s your turn to get the fuck on your knees
Stick out your tongue and taste this spot
Feel the steam in your face cause you made it hot
I’m a wrap these thighs around your neck
Bring you slowly to the ground till you hit the deck
You got yours,
I gotta get mine and I ain’t their yet
I’m a ride this mothafucka, put your game in check.
I slide down your pole, legs around your waist
Slow it down, take it easy, no need for haste
Body sweating, heavy breathing, you know I love that taste.
Ooooh, yeah,
I like it like this, firm and glazed
Like this lyrical bliss.
Kiss it again baby…
Aaawwww, yessss!
You hold me real close then you begin to tease
Kissing me softly, bringing me to my knees
Touching me tender, come and quench my thirst
You can be the one baby, you can be my first
Brown-skinned chocolate lying on my chest
Let me unbutton your blouse and fondle your breast
I can lick your neck and massage your thighs
But you know I can’t do that while I open my eyes
I like the way you move, how you take things slow
Inquiring minds wanna know how you dip it down low
The way you sway your hips, kiss your finger tips
And part your thick, soft, juicy, glossy painted lips
Put them on me baby don’t make me wait
I’m not tryna cum quick but I don’t wanna be late
You bring tears to my eyes and a smile to my cheek
I didn’t know that your touch could make a brother this weak
Kiss me baby, keep going don’t stop
I’ll pull your thongs with my teeth and make em drop
Put my finger in places that will make you moan
While you bow to this Mandingo King on his throne
You reach for my rod of correction without fear
And take it in as I run my fingers through your hair
I massage your neck, my hands fall to your spine
No need to rush, we have a lot of time
"My turn", she whispered
Sit back motherfucka, now that you’ve been pleased
It’s your turn to get the fuck on your knees
Stick out your tongue and taste this spot
Feel the steam in your face cause you made it hot
I’m a wrap these thighs around your neck
Bring you slowly to the ground till you hit the deck
You got yours,
I gotta get mine and I ain’t their yet
I’m a ride this mothafucka, put your game in check.
I slide down your pole, legs around your waist
Slow it down, take it easy, no need for haste
Body sweating, heavy breathing, you know I love that taste.
Ooooh, yeah,
I like it like this, firm and glazed
Like this lyrical bliss.
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