James Lewis

This piece doesn't depict any true events, nor does it describe my current state of mind. It is what it is, creativity at its finest. Enjoy (or not) .
I lay in bed and look up at the ceiling late at night, the same as many nights before, but sumthin just aint right,
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The element of water is much needed to survive, that's 2 parts hydric oxygen for breathing deep inside,

all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your thighs, with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch and still I rise.
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February 21st,2003 the year, I almost shed a tear that very night you first appeared,

and every since I saw you Tia, you have been the one, my heart's been filled with you, my moon, my star, my shining sun.
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Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die, the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in my eye,
I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout my trip.
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Ever since I can remember, goin way back when, I've looked for something slightly diff'rent in my women friends,

intelligence and plus the skills to go hook up a steak, the lady rollin 'round with me can push a little weight.
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Never did I think that I'd wind up where I am now, profess'nally it's lookin sweet but pers'nally it's sour,

I give my strongest efforts just to demonstrate I care, I go to grab a hand but when I look, there's nothing there.
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I'm freezing as I'm shiv'ring all alone and in the dark, sit back and peep the lyrics of a cold and lonely heart,

that used to burn with life and love and happiness inside, but one too many hurtful showers caused it all to die.
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Put your hand in mine my love let's sit and gaze the stars, the future's right in front of us to gauge and it is ours,

I understand you're middlesplit as far as what to do, I don't deserve to make suggestions, still that's what I'll do.
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Laying in the bed beside you, early morning light, cascades into the window banishing all signs of night,

your sleeping frame presents to me an appetizing sight, I'll wake you up as only I can do, with sheer delight.
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You get me up each morning in addition to the Lord, I'm grateful that I have you but it's time to even score,

without you I'd be sleeping down on someone's hardwood floor, but f* you, I refuse to take your BS anymore.
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Let me kiss your navel baby, aint that what you like, I know it drives you crazy and I do it out of spite,

I push you to the precipice of heaven pull you back, redundantly I punish thee until your body's slack.
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Cool breeze blows the curtains as we lay in slumber deep, the sheets are slightly ruffled and we're laying underneath,

you have your back to me as I awaken much too soon, the darkness is bewildering I could've slept til noon.
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Can I lick a sweet whipped topping from your crevice slow, and I mean excavating your entire crevice hole,

it might feel weird at first but just lay back, don't be afraid, it may feel like you have to pee, that means I could get sprayed,
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Look deep in your body baby, tell me what you see, I'm freaky in the covers be no other such as me,

I'm not on all that bull so baby please just hush ye mouth, you've picked the lock so skillfully and now he's pushin out.
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I sit amidst the shadows in the corner of the room, the workweek was just terrible, the owner of my gloom,

but all that's now behind me as I'm sittin I chillax, a sniffer full of Hennessy, a box of little blacks.
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I've danced beside The Devil, pale moonlight we're toe to toe, the embers of my life emit a warm and somber glow,

which lights the darkest corners of a place inside my mind, a twitch defines my eye and I'm resigned to think of times,
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If only you could fly inside my heart you'd see the dove, emotions pure and white I've never swam in deeper love,

I tread it's soothing waters standing up or on my back, it feels so good that simply put, I'm never going back,
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The month of February, ever since I can recall, is known by most to celebrate Black History and all,

but every single year I always ponder, not to front, just why our peoples' histories possess the shortest month.
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Have a seat inside the car and do just what I say, I told you put this blindfold on and look the other way,

I'll lead and you shall follow there's no need to be afraid, I know you trust me don't you? Let's proceed with plans I've made.
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One quick snap I'm cognizant, no standing in this place, in pitch black dark I lay can't see my hand before my face,

my wingspan's non existent, cushioned wood up by my head, the sayers nay have fine'lly gone and buried me for dead.
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