Did I Dream You? A Collab W/Expressions of Sugga

Excuse me, Ms. Lady...
I noticed you over here,
moving to the beat of the music...
would you like to dance?
I've been watching you all evening long.
trying to catch your glance.
I can't help but want to adagio,
to set trail to tango,
with your bosom nestled against my ego.
For my two left feet,
to escapade,
in an intimate greet and meet.

Did I dream you…
In a choreographed scheme?
Have we danced a Can Can...
as lovers in a one on one team?
Or was it... we Cha' Cha'd in the recesses
Of a deep delved... love fantasy?
A sweet chocolate fairy... dirty dancin'
In a delectable reverie?
Born in the darkness of…
a midnight samba?
A phantasmal tango...
a slumbered rumba?

No matter what...
this dance will never be,
just another numbered beat.
It will certainly be one to remember,
in this funk-tified dream.

Could it be you’re the vision…
Of a feminine fascination?
Where still we danced...
Illusory in my jaded imagination?
Tip-toeing across white sandy shores...
Hulaing sways in tantric hip wars?
I reach in elevation to shut eyed necessity…
For, the softness of your amenities...
…An enrosque of meek vitality
…A balance of submissive immunity
…An ecarte of nurturing harmony

I watched with excitement
as her feet cruzar-ed to the beat
I followed her moves.........carefully
Caught up in the way she frisked in front of me
Caught up in the smell of her hair
Caught up in how she was mesmerizing me
She twirled around me sensually
had my mind spinning on hands-free
Somethin' in the way she moved... movin' me

I stepped back to watch her ball.
She danced a croisee that de-gaged,
my own weak heart.
Jitter-bugging helplessly down to my knees
I allowed my eyes to show my zest... in silent pleas
The thought of waltzing so closely... against her breast.

This is more than just a dream...
Dreaming... a dream come true,
Tis heaven that I get to developpe and frolic with you.
The sway of your body circling mine
Two etoile, of femme design.
The tease of the scented breeze, you emit
Dancing dirty... caught all up in it.

Is this voice I speak…
One of a Terpsichore muse?
Are you my private dancer
or…

Did I just dream...this dance with you…?








ExpressionsofSugga/jakuper '08

(If It Doesn't Hurt)

if it is truth that binds
why are there
so many lies between
lovers?

if it is truth that is liberating
why
are people told:
they look good when they don't
they are loved when they aren't
everything is fine when it ain't
glad you're back when you're not.

 people in america
may not be made for the truth
we wrap our lives in disco
and sunday sermons
while
selling false dreams to our children.

lies
are refundable,
can be bought on our revolving
charge cards as
we all catch truth
on the next go round
if
it doesn't hurt.

 

"author unknown"