Memories of you haunt my imagination

Abundantly filling my mind but my heart suffers from deprivation

For my heart has become a desert without love’s condensation

It is a casualty of evaporation

Its residue collects in the valleys of my mind

Over time the dew grows into a brook, a brook into a stream, and a stream into a river

It flows fluidly through my mind but to my heart it never deliver

Just one drop of love, or a spray of infatuation

Could return my heart from its parched asylum

Until then I will be haunted with a waterfall of memories….memories of yesteryear

As my heart awaits the arrival of one fallen tear

I got a sweet tooth tonight and thinking about skipping dinner

And when comes to sweet desserts, girl you have a winner

Your peach cobbler is so perfectly warm and taste like bliss

Only a man with an insatiable appetite can devour a dessert like this

She places it on the table, no need for a fork or spoon

My tongue is my only utensil and I will be licking the plate real soon

But first the smell engulfs my nose, the fragrance is oh so sweet

And at the instance my mouth began to water so I proceeded to eat

She smiles at me with confidence, watching my every taste

And I don’t have to tell her its good because its written all over my face

As long as her peach cobbler is good she will never have a care

Because the way to a man’s heart is his stomach, And I am not going anywhere!!!

I took my words and reached inside.
Touched a place in her heart that she didn’t know was there.
Wasn’t satisfied with touching my destination.
Wanted to live in this sensation.
Create something new, in perfect composition
Emancipating her mind, showing her what she’s been missing.
Giving her something greater than any that came before
Immaculate and precise as I Explore.
Wishing her facial windows would become unobstructed to display
That the her king is here to put his queen in her place.
On my lap she will sit high upon her throne.
And I’ll gladly give her crown as she reposition into the prone.

Her furnace heats up at the thought of losing chastity.
Now pleasure has her in orbit, defying all gravity.
The silence is broken only by whispered uncertains,
And the sound of the morning breeze tickling the sheer curtains.
Times like these are priceless, The way she wraps herself into my rib 
She facetiously says she hates me, but her eyes could never fib.
Our escapades are majestic and can last for endless sun dials,
And our love is battle tested, withstanding all of Satan’s trails.

The Sun forfeits the playground to the Moon and his gang of stars,
Yet our bodies still make music together like two acoustic guitars.
To show her that I loved her, I grabbed God’s remote and paused time.
Only to place my lips upon hers, Then I tell her “Baby, you’re mine.”
Pressing Play on the remote to resume our love scene,
You’re the Queen and this is the start of a new regime.

THE MOON IS ABSENT AND THE STARS ARE ASLEEP,
AND TIME STOOD STILL TO PROLONG THE NIGHT.
THE SUNRISE IS ON LEAVE AND THE CLOUDS ARE ON PAUSE,
YET THE RADIANCE OF YOUR SMILE BRINGS LIGHT.
NO CANDLES ARE NEEDED TO ILLUMINATE MY HALLWAYS,
AND DAWN WILL NEVER ARRIVE.
THE EARTH IS COLD AND ITS FRUITS ARE DEAD,
YET YOUR KISS IS WHY I SURVIVE….

Romance…Somewhere the meaning became misconstrued

And the very essense of the word became suddenly subdued

Forever confused with wealth and the gifts of material things

And is now worshiped tennis bracelets or promise rings

Whatever happend to courtship and the power of conversation

Did we really think we could replace this with a text message interpretation

As teenagers we pass notes in the hallways of school

We were so in love then….or were we playing the fool

Well as for me, I think love back then was pure

Those little notes helped me make it till the bell rings, I’m sure

I remember when couples would dedicate songs on the radio

Song’s lilke Blackstreet’s “Buy Me Love” or “Never Gonna Let You Go”

See back then, that was romance in its prime

Where late night phone conversations were the best of times

I remember when couples would invade the county fair on Saturdays

And have matching airbrush tees made, that said “Love Always”

I also remember when Valentine’s Day was real

When having your name called over the school intercom was a big deal

Everyone would be jealous when your teddy bear was bigger

But as grown-ups, we’ve grown out of that…go figure

As for me, I can’t take it any longer

I’m taking a vow to rebuild romance and make the foundation stronger

I’m going to make it my pleasure to send roses to say I love you

And I’m going to do it “Just Because”, and not because I’m suppose to

i’m going to express love my making this paper blush with my lyrics

And I will read it aloud so her co-workers can hear it

When we enter a room I shall open doors for her with my love’s aggression

Because I would love for her to enter first, and be MY first impression

I know that doing this things seem very small at first glance

But these things are the blueprint to a timeless romance