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Her Touch

A dream is the touch of her palm
or her lips glazed in fruity balm
to lay a hand on skin so soft
be new measure for pleasure oft;
To hold her to me ever tight
and dance beneath the evening light
across her surface, hand shall slide
setting pace for a gentle ride;
Embraced by moonlight used to hide
laying unclad hand on her side
the feel of flesh perfect as such
tender caress desired as much;
Lips so lustful at once they touch.

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Ghetto Children

Gunshots be leavin 'em children alone
they gotta find a way all on they own
kids screamin out sets for hope 
then run around with a crew slangin dope
can't forget that they saw they fathers go
witness to earth the bloodiest show
to young to truly understand 
despite what ya heard God won't hold your hand
It seems to me that we've been forlorn
destined death after death to mourn
lookin at the future of us all
death to brothas come at a sudden call
little children begin to see the light 
keep on killin knowin that it ain't right
but desperation sets in hopin for death
because it's to painful to take another breath

How many of my brotha's died last week 
an an answer given not for the weak
life like this shoulda made us sick
creepin in streets tryin not to get licked
time again are numbers start to dwindle
hopein for knew life in this race to be kindled
but all we ever do is disappear
it's funny that are lives are consumed by fear
and are youngstas reproduce fast
more brothas get shot lives endin in head casts
why do we gotta die at such a rate
a brotha feel cold heat as if it's fate
and as my brothas always seem to die
my race got another reason to cry
little niggas is our only men
no more elders in my dearest black kin

Now we got kids runnin da street 
that means, the judge and jury da heat
the boys in blue pilein up da dead
crackas in th oval office shakein da head
the ghettos so lost can we find a way
it seem's that the only hope we got is to pray
and children already learn how god do
give to those who take so we take with a 22
now we gotta cope, sippin' on brew
gettin faded thinkin bout the dirt we do
and that just make a brotha think 
why we be born livin on da brink
seein bodies fallin fast in packs
cause it be like we forced to fire back
so thelast thing is to put bodies in bags
at da funeral drapin our brothas with rags

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Desire of the Pains of Love

looking deep into her face
for minutes at a time
one finger in her hair
more pleasent than the chime

I've long dreamed of her touch
dreams to caress her mind
holding her close to heart
and we'll together bind

so close she is to me
I reach and touch her lip
gently with my finger
though lusting for her hips

and either I should kiss
as either would be bliss
as my hands draw on her
and we end so breathless

I see her hand in mine
I'd know it without sight
warming and soft to feel
I'd hold it all my nights

I wished to delve her mind
I wished to know that girl
let her sorrow be gone
unto me I shall feel

never distort the air 
nor show signs of concern
if I hold her to me
little to be discerned

but that's not who I am
to see through rosey shades
be draped in silken cloth
that's not how I was made

I see what could calm me
her sinuous body
lovely before all eyes
teasing me wantonly

see the unloved lover
so wretched to behold
I'll keep my eyes above
yet my heart remains cold

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Envy

envy at our birth
The true poison of this earth
dooms the chance of mirth

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How Beautiful Are the Women

Whether her lips are thin or full
It matters not
Shes beautiful

Whether she's street smart or well schooled
It matters not
Shes beautiful

Whether her breast are large or small
It matters not
Shes beautiful

I love 'em short but if she's tall
It matters not
Shes beautiful

Whether her ass is fat or thin
It matters not
Shes beautiful

If my love of women is sin
It matters not
Shes beautiful

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Her Heart

As simple as her heart has been
leaves me ever to ponder when
when i'll see again heart so clean
love by most never to be seen;
Even if the heart should cower
in shyness again she'll flower
as I dream to be her lover
such deep feelings; spirit hover;
Such is love I cannot cover
For all my thoughts bent to love her
for hers from chest my heart must leap 
never to let her eyes come weap;
Hold close her heart now as I sleep.

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A Midnight Kiss

Long days end in night without fail
and are hidden in midnights vail
star as Gods eyes with which to gaze
upon Lovers covered in haze
caress a system heat and star
body curved and fair from afar
could lovers stand in ever day
not speaking what their lips shall say
the day celebrates tender love
a gift from the true God above

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Brown Eyes

Brown eyes the desire of many
and a description of your beauty
matching streaks so very alluring
a face as yours is reassuring
a stern face, silent yet I can her
can see but not touch wish I was there
lay side by side with you, lay with me
in that moment one thing you would see 
you and I are complimentary
me with you the fairest poetry

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Her Presence

So divine does her presence seem
of my dreams she's the very theme
the one by whom my heart is warmed 
and aspects of a lady formed;
Her demeanor is new to me
I'm pleased by this, her rarity
aura of a queen, a goddess
and portrait of earthly sweetness;
To this shy-hearted enchantress
being of a beauty peerless
she stole my heart with finest air
hers I long crave for in my wear;
Now durst and do much as I dare.

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Genisis Chapter 1-4

First Verse: God created the heavens and earth
In the 27th, made his mistake, gave men they birth
and also blessed us with our greatest accomplice
a glorius, fair faced, and bodied enchantress
and then came our end, the doom of all their kin
when Eve in 3-6 committed the first sin,
and what's sad, it was 'bout the only one possible,
it came so fast proving, we could do the implausible
17 verses later kicked out the garden by God
then upon unforgiving deserts they're forced to plod.
and who was shocked, when Cain killed Able in 4-8
do it to our own brothas now, outta less than hate
but 4-14 comes as a biblical mystery
Cain talks 'bout dyin to men unrecorded in history
God, you leavin' parts out and I'm hella confused,
cause I'm readin' your word, and it's not so well fused.