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