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Lambd
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Sunday, December 21, 2003 - 11:22 pm: |
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Sunday's best. Passed the test. You a mess In a tan dress. Or was it cream. Without a seam. The way you move. The way you groove. The looks you stole. Young and old, Were mesmerized. By your hip size. And your curves. THe way you swerve. Girl you got nerve. Wit your vanilla stuff. Drivin' men crazy. All up in the spot. Makin' me hot. Ooops! there I go, there I go again. Don't look in her eyes. That's my friend. Remind me again. That's my friend! You are so hot! I love you so much. And I know I can't touch. Never heard of such. You were sure lookin' good. A million and one. All out in the sun. Like a Black Butterfly. Like a Goddess with wings. The prettiest of things. Black Butterfly. "Desifly". Cause you fly. Like a goddess. With wings.
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Beautifulwaterstar
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Monday, December 22, 2003 - 09:13 pm: |
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Oh you are so SWEET! If you ever shared this with her, I'm willing to BET she blushed! :-) (And fess up, wuz' yoo in chweych havin' all dem fresh thoughts!? How yoo gon' do dat in duh house uv da LODE!? Young folk today, I tell 'ya..*shaking head* lol) |
Sis. Shiree Sarana
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2003 - 12:17 am: |
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Brotha Lambd, it sho' is clear how you "feel" 'bout your sistah. If she didn't know now she does. As before you still flowin'. Peace & Blessings Your Sister In The Word Sis. Shiree Sarana |
Lambd
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2003 - 07:24 am: |
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I wrote this poem years ago after my best friend, Desi, and I went to dinner with my then girlfriend. Desi had a cream colored, body tight dress and some kinda vanilla perfume. She was driving all of the men in the restaurant crazy. They couldn't keep their eyes off of her. When I first showed her the poem she tripped out. SHe is a monster poet so we go back and forth with this stuff all the time...Shame on BWS for thinkin' we wuz in chuuuch! |
Beautifulwaterstar
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Monday, December 29, 2003 - 11:20 pm: |
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:-D U ain't gotta lie tah kikkit, Lambd. I know yawl wuz in chuuch cuz Rebbin Johnson PREACHED about how yawl heathens wuz so triflin' last SUNDAY! Yep. He said if y'all gon' be gettin' fresh in church the very LEAST you can do is put an extra dolla in the tray for his Lexxus note -WOOPS, I meant da LODE! lol How have you been anyway? Help me write summin' purty pleez. :-) |
DPOETIST
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 10:08 am: |
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SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! BEAUTIFULWATERSTAR, i AM THE OBJECT OF THIS PIECE AND WE WAZN'T IN CHURCH, HONEST WE WAZN'T. WHILE i'M HERE, LET ME TELL YOU i LOVE YOUR ARTISTRY. yOU ARE REFRESHING. |
Beautifulwaterstar
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 03:38 pm: |
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Looka hurr, DPOETIST, ya alreddy dun messed up cuz numba ONE, my baby daddy up in hurr writin' PORMS about'chew in FRUNTA ma FACE! NECKS ("next"), yawl wuz TOO in chuuch cuz ma best friend' mama' sista' neighbor had gone dat day an' had sedd dat datz wut had happened an' stuff. :-D Thank you so much, Sis. I really appreciate that. You probably don't even know how much that meant to me, but in all honesty, it meant a lot. (Thank you so much. :-) ) (But I know y'all were at church forreal though. hehe) |