The smooth hip-hop sounds of overseas
Sweep through me like the wind of a distant lover
He tells me it's Caribbean, used during love making
I tell him I don't care where, as long as it's not from here.
What girl does not want to be rocked away gently
By a foreign boy with dark skin and a voice of some kind of slow, creamy haste
Sexual desires covered up by his accent
But mine, slowly but surely coming undone.
The music churns inside my head, like he churns
Inside of me
And I cannot, will not, stop this song from playing
I think, perhaps, it is my new favorite song...
That is wonderful to hear that you love music.
You love music that is probably from South America or Africa right?
Mysel I love music also
Posted by: Aldo Kraas | 10/23/2008 at 11:49 PM
I love allllll music, from every country.
Posted by: *STUBE* | 10/24/2008 at 10:52 AM
That is fantastic. I think you have talent.
Keep up with the poetry writing.
Posted by: Aldo Kraas | 10/29/2008 at 07:18 PM