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Black Afro Pics and Timberland Boots
by Tee Marchand on Sunday, January 3, 2010 at 2:19pm
Like Moses to the Egyptians
He was
Delivered to me from a windy city
A day which I cant forget
My life has never been the same
I now know I am addicted
I feel it with every breath
Every beat of my heart
Every time I think about
Or even call his name
Months later
Nothing has changed
His body
His touch
His laugh
His presence
His time
His aura
His voice
That boom
Echoes
Sending shivers down my spine
Raising hairs all over my body
The excitement just knowing the gift I am about to receive...
Him
Electrifying
Magnetic
That sensation that he creates
I feel the need to have it no less
Our relationship is complicated
I dont know what to call him
He is like a drug
My friend
My confidant
My Illusion
My soulmate
He fills me with this cataclysm of emotions
My feelings
I must stress
My drug of choice
I inhale you into my veins
Absorbing you through my skin
Sweat covers my body as I indulge in my favorite sin
You are my drug of choice
Elated as you encapsulate my heart
Utter rapture as you flutter through my soul
Heart pounding
Mind racing
You send my system into over load
Each time I tell myself No more
Each time I tell my self
You can do better
Then I sniff some of your sweet water
And down goes my self control
My will power flew out the window
I open my nose and lose it all
As I inhale you
I dont want to be this way
Yet I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to push you away
I dont know how not
Intoxicated by your essence
I open my being to your magic
I embrace whatever may come
As I fly high
Encapsulated in your energy
Soaring within the wispy clouds in the sky
To my drug of choice
I surrender
For as hard as I try
I cannot go without you
My will has been tested
Strength has been waned
From your table I cannot push myself away
The fall from grace is painful
Once the high has withered away
To go without that feeling is
Like pure madness
Eclipsing my mind every second of the day
Yet each time I am left without
Grows easier
The cackles in my head dont roar as loud
To my drug of choice
To my high
To the thing I cannot turn away from
Look into my eyes...
I offer myself unabashed and free
To my drug of choice
Do you want me
I keep offering you myself
I keep asking you to let me be the one
Take me
Do with me as you will
I sacrifice all that I am
All that I have for that feeling that you give
You are like a phantom
Floating through my mind
I feel you
I taste you
I touch you
And then you are gone
Your realism is questioned by all around me
Those who wonder if my sanity is still in tact
I no longer no how to act because every moment
I spent searching for the next way to get
To my drug of choice
You have rendered my head and my heart useless
Yet I come back
Skin like freshly melted Caramel
Black plastic Afro pics and Saggy jeans
Camel Colored boots and turn tables
Rap music blaring
blunt seeds abound
Fingers empowered with a mysticism I have never felt before
This addiction
This power
This wonder
Leaves me with a smile as my skin sizzles after each hit
Each toke
Heart pounding
Head racing
Another embrace
Another date with my drug of Choice
My high...
To hear those boots headed down the stairs
With the unlocking of the door
We both know as soon as you touch me
The madness will begin again
Please pay no attention to my ramblings...
These are just words to my drug of choice
Black Afro Pics and Timberland Boots
by Tee Marchand on Sunday, January 3, 2010 at 2:19pm
Like Moses to the Egyptians
He was
Delivered to me from a windy city
A day which I cant forget
My life has never been the same
I now know I am addicted
I feel it with every breath
Every beat of my heart
Every time I think about
Or even call his name
Months later
Nothing has changed
His body
His touch
His laugh
His presence
His time
His aura
His voice
That boom
Echoes
Sending shivers down my spine
Raising hairs all over my body
The excitement just knowing the gift I am about to receive...
Him
Electrifying
Magnetic
That sensation that he creates
I feel the need to have it no less
Our relationship is complicated
I dont know what to call him
He is like a drug
My friend
My confidant
My Illusion
My soulmate
He fills me with this cataclysm of emotions
My feelings
I must stress
My drug of choice
I inhale you into my veins
Absorbing you through my skin
Sweat covers my body as I indulge in my favorite sin
You are my drug of choice
Elated as you encapsulate my heart
Utter rapture as you flutter through my soul
Heart pounding
Mind racing
You send my system into over load
Each time I tell myself No more
Each time I tell my self
You can do better
Then I sniff some of your sweet water
And down goes my self control
My will power flew out the window
I open my nose and lose it all
As I inhale you
I dont want to be this way
Yet I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to push you away
I dont know how not
Intoxicated by your essence
I open my being to your magic
I embrace whatever may come
As I fly high
Encapsulated in your energy
Soaring within the wispy clouds in the sky
To my drug of choice
I surrender
For as hard as I try
I cannot go without you
My will has been tested
Strength has been waned
From your table I cannot push myself away
The fall from grace is painful
Once the high has withered away
To go without that feeling is
Like pure madness
Eclipsing my mind every second of the day
Yet each time I am left without
Grows easier
The cackles in my head dont roar as loud
To my drug of choice
To my high
To the thing I cannot turn away from
Look into my eyes...
I offer myself unabashed and free
To my drug of choice
Do you want me
I keep offering you myself
I keep asking you to let me be the one
Take me
Do with me as you will
I sacrifice all that I am
All that I have for that feeling that you give
You are like a phantom
Floating through my mind
I feel you
I taste you
I touch you
And then you are gone
Your realism is questioned by all around me
Those who wonder if my sanity is still in tact
I no longer no how to act because every moment
I spent searching for the next way to get
To my drug of choice
You have rendered my head and my heart useless
Yet I come back
Skin like freshly melted Caramel
Black plastic Afro pics and Saggy jeans
Camel Colored boots and turn tables
Rap music blaring
blunt seeds abound
Fingers empowered with a mysticism I have never felt before
This addiction
This power
This wonder
Leaves me with a smile as my skin sizzles after each hit
Each toke
Heart pounding
Head racing
Another embrace
Another date with my drug of Choice
My high...
To hear those boots headed down the stairs
With the unlocking of the door
We both know as soon as you touch me
The madness will begin again
Please pay no attention to my ramblings...
These are just words to my drug of choice
