RIPE I wish there was a way I could reverse the stroke of time And keep your stroke inside me just…one…more…minute.. ..Just…one….more… Because the rhythm‟s consistency with my tantric chants Made vertical feel like it had no choice but to stand straight up. It changed the altitude of vibes unseen so that high we both rode? Looked up to the monumental back-breaking eruption we exposed. We defied the laws of physic‟s wet statistics dangling by an equation incalculable. We cored fusion into a sensual crescendo that could never be emotionally augmented. You licked my one into a million needs I never knew I needed to last. Said, “I love the way you….” I never felt air leave the depth of my lungs So fast down the hills of my voluptuous framework bouncing the jungle beat of Slurred speech, vulgarity, and tenderized meat in places that spanks laid claim to. When it was over….and the goodbyes tasted like A spoonful of fuck me again – The leaving preceded the words we didn‟t say inside truth serum I drunk.. You… Bartered for a way to play inside lust‟s cornered sin. I have to rinse the reasons away so I‟ll come back to stretched skin And a drained thick that still stood at full attention inside the hips. Getting turned out? Getting turned out is like the sweet rush right when it hits the back of my throat And I finally feel how hot you heated it up for my exposed intentions to stay afloat In my raw connection to you. If the aftermath didn‟t taste so real, I could have walked away from the ripe moments I started to feel© A falling in love with you. A fermented sip of what time will always reveal. I‟m falling in love with ...You. ©copyright 2011, Isis sun. All Rights Reserved. 32
Urban Professional Lifestyle