My Baby, He Loves Me…

Drifting on a mode so deep – had to put it to words so I can sleep
Some of you won’t like this I know – but the muse goes where it wants to go

My Baby
He Loves Me

He Loves Me Like Chi-Town

Gangsta All The Way, ‘Cause He Know I Don’t Play
Before He Could Love Me Here, He Had To Love Me There
He Had To Speakeasy To Find The Key To Unlock My Mind
Because Once Unlocked There Is No Prohibition To What He Won’t Do For Love
Because Once Unlocked There Is No Inhibition To What I Will Do For Love
Because Once Unlocked There Is Just The Mission To Love

My Baby
He Loves Me

He Loves Me Like Detroit

Do-Wop Singing, Joy Bringing, Hip Swaying, Motown Playing
Hot Car Driving, Always Striving To
Giving Me The Best That’s He’s Got
Giving Me The Best ‘Cause It’s Hot
Giving It All Until We’re Bloodshot

My Baby
He Loves Me

He Loves Me Like New Orleans

The Big Easy – Easy Like A Sunday Morning, Just As The Day Is Dawning
Like Cool Jazz On The Hot Delta, I’m Telling Ya’ll I Never Felt A
Who Do The Voodoo, Like He Do
The Bass Of His Sax Makes My Skin Thrum
The Bass Of His Sax Makes My Lips Hum
The Bass Of His Sax Makes Me Just Wanna Succumb

My Baby
He Loves Me

He Loves Me Like Compton

Timberland Wearing, Rough-Neck Swearing
All The While Smiling Cause We Doggie Styling
Free-Styling On Crenshaw Where They All Saw
The Liquid Ounce¸ Ounce, Ounces Of The Forty
Drip On The Flounce, Flounce, Flounces Of My Booty
In The Bounce, Bounce, Bounces Of The Hoopty

My Baby
He Loves Me

He Loves Me Like The Big Apple

Creating It, Making It, Taking It, Never Faking It
So Good It Makes Me Weep For The Sexing That Never Sleeps
Ain’t Got A Damn Thing To Say When He’s Laying Down The Broadway

Shoes On The Counter, In The Hall, Still Outside The Front Door.
Buttons Splattered, Clothing A Tattered, Scattered Mess On The Floor
No Shame In My Game ‘Cause Don’t You Know?
I’m Well Versed In The Language Of Fellatio
Going From “oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, oh.”
To “Oh Baby! Oh Baby! Oh Baby! Oh Baby! OH!”

Back Stinging From The Sweat In Trails His Nails Left
And Moaning For More ‘Cause I’m Not Done Yet
Tom Catted, Hair Matted,
Sheets Twisting, Sweat Glistening,
Cock Throbbing, All Out Sobbing
And That’s Just Him . . .

Menage A Trois? Yeah! Fuck That And Get The Strap!
Tongue Dripping On The Cunt Dipping For
The New Jack Trick Of The Deep Licked Long Dick
Where I’m Laid Down To Get Jacked-On
Where I’m Held Down To Get Sucked-Off
Where I’m Tied Down To Get Fucked Up

Stroking, Stoking, Toking, Smoking
Steaming, Streaming, Screaming, Creaming

MY! BABY! IS! LOVING! ME! UNTIL! WE! ARE! FUCKING! EACH! OTHER! AS! HARD! AS! THIS!

And Oh – Did I Tell You About My Baby?

He Loves Me…

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dVerse Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight Week 37

9 thoughts on “My Baby, He Loves Me…

  1. damn…this is so well concieved…and i totally want to hear it performed…haha…i could hear it belting out there in the end…but the trip through all the cities and the textures of each…so well done…top notch

  2. Hot stuff goin on over at your place! This is way sexy, taut, and very swingin. The passionate embrace fill out each line and I think the song has me playin banjo in my mind this morning. 🙂

  3. Ah Brian, I suspect that some serious volume and foot stomping would be involved to give last part the proper gravitas. 😉

    Chaz, I’ve got to say anything involving a banjo was the LAST thing on my mind.

    Bob, I bet more people would watch the Travel Channel if they did.

    Thank you gentlemen!

  4. *expletives deleted*

    This hey so *expletives deleted* good right…

    Trying hard not to spout off in my Bajan dialect …. u wouldn’t understand it if I said it far less typed it out …

    GOD I LOVED THIS.

    “So Good It Makes Me Weep For The Sexing That Never Sleeps”

    AWESOME WRITE FROM BEGINNING TO END!

    • Bajan.. Ya urt me bad, no be likes dat. Gwon try me.

      I gets when you’re counting by trees, you mean the numbers – not the flora – tru ting – lol. Besides, I want to see if I can suspend the analytical part of my brain enough to read between the phonetics :p

      I think I have enough *expletives* in that poem to cover the both of us – for an hour. 😉

      Tanks mon 😀

  5. LOLOLOL

    de ting so rasole gud yuh site… like um bad! jeezonbread! I did jumpin up wid dat dey so. Mek me holla fuh murda! Cawbleh! Gurl yuh too hot wid yaself … dahs why I like yuh suh bad….

    😀

    • Oh great, you like my site so good and me so bad because I’m a grilled cheese sandwich that you’d jump up and commit homicide? Just kidding!!!!! I tease!!!! I tease!!!!

      You got me with “cawbleh” what the hell is that? LMAO!

      • LOL Cawbleh & rasole are Bajan cusswords hehe Geezonbread is also an exclamation of either surprise or delight … not really about eating a cheese sandwich ROFL

        No homicide involved ROFL

        It is so damn good…. 🙂 real ting 😀

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