Poetry Boy Part Ii. (The Mike)
He was, intellectually stimulating my mind
as he was making love to the mike.
Although there were many in the room,
this beautiful creature blocked my vision.
When he has the mike,
I make sure I have a reserved seat in the front row,
because I am straight "diggin'" him
and the power of his tongue.
When I am in anguish and in time of need,
he makes love to me with his words on the mike.
He makes me "cum" in many ways.
He makes me come to the realization
that this poetry thing is so deep.
Once you start it is like a drug,
so addictive.
No one has ever spoke on the mike beforeso well,
that I got aroused.
I mean, his poetry aroused my mind, body, and soul.
You see, he makes love to me so sensually,
and while everyone is in the room.
He has his tongue extremely close to the mike
and both eyes on me.
He is sending shock waves in and out of my body
because eventhough he is not touching me,
he is very tangible right now.
Heck, he is very tasty right now.
He looks like the loops in my fruit,
the peanuts and caramel in my snickers.
"So why wait?"
Because I am hungry!
Can't you hear my stomach growling?
He is not White Castle's but he is what I crave.
He is making me hungry for his essence.
When he is on the mike,
he makes my mind wonder in every dimension.
He takes me there,
to different galaxies.
He makes my body soar to higher heights.
I am rising higher, and higher.
A room full of people
and all I see is one.
The one for me and me for him.
The way he licks his lips
makes my heart turn flips.
He has that sex appeal.
His sexy looks will kill,
because I am slowly dying
to be that mike.
He handles the mike very gently
and with care.
Yet still has total control.
I guess he is so enticing because
he handles the mike,
the way I want him to handle me.
Copyright © Nicole Connor | Year Posted 2005
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