Lyric Kent-Lewis Poems

I hear you…whispering in my mental
Your eyes glaring through the seam of my dress
I can't think I can only smell your imagination
Permeating my womb till I feel the fire surge
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I want that old thing back, the tunes songs that croon the wide legs jeans with the rainbow-colored moon, the sidewalk lights that lit up the sky…skating to Kool & The Gang while eating a Moonpie. The lazy summer days and cool summer nights, sitting on the porch front playing jacks, sipping grape Koolaid from the grocery six-pack…..Chic jeans were the thing and white Jack Purcells, running three blocks to catch the sound of ice cream bells….thunderstorms raging as we played through the rain, skipping the roofs to go watch Soul Train.
Marshmallows in the cocoa as you swayed to Peabo, Rock With You the neighborhood flow, Earth Wind & Fire in late-night creep, basement chill parties with the blue light sneak……slow dancing to the Whispers and kissing on the neck, the old-time religion when women kept you in check, sassy like Coffy mean like Shaft remember Calgon was the fragrance for your bath, high afros were the sexy natural look, Nancy Drew and harlequin was New York's best books, Creature Feature had you screaming, Leon Issac Kennedy had you creaming, Tang for breakfast with Saturday cartoons, Captain caveman and The Archies and the Jetsons theme tune, no killings or shootings, no crack or meth, just an occasional beat down or hit and run death, no kidnapped children or neighborhood pedophiles, the drunks on the corner harmonizing for your pleasure, many mothers raising the village, many fathers kept vigilant watch, pigtails, and innocence, laughter and essence….

Glory days when poor wasn't recognized, fake hair hadn't materialized, body parts were naturally homegrown, soul sisters with personality and true intent being decent never to relent being content with amazement while curious about the intent of a kiss or hug…blushing into forever but dare never give up the clever clover moreover to keep her feminine wiles for one perfect lover taught morals and principles self-worth when little girls were raised to be wives and not mistresses on dirty mattresses and little boys taught to respect a woman love a woman honor and cherish the woman the mother and giver of life as a wife to obey the vows under God…..
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My mind speakz silent works drink in my appetite for a little soul play
I close my eyes to the hum of the silence and lean into something powerful
I feel my nipple rise my harmony sighs the trembling dies and I rest my nature
I dance nakedly all through your mind but I sometimes find that you see me before I enter
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