Then and Still

I was loving you long before we needed eyes to see; I embraced and cherished you when the only thing that existed was possibility.

I was loving you during the time with our mind's eye we hung out the first star, to cascade against a darkened backdrop to reveal you as truly spectacular.

I was loving you back in a time that's truly remote and far, that place in time when you first materialized to become who you are.

I was loving you back in time when the sun, the moon and the wind, where contemplating and debating the direction on which side of earth the day should begin.

I was loving you in a time before the first child was born. I prostrated at your feet and congressed with you before the universe was formed.

I was loving you long before we shed our other skins, descended from ether and through a collective conscience conceived the concept of sin.

I was loving you long before we ever had a reason to stand; long before it was discerned that you are a woman and I am a man.

I was loving you long before love became a word, was loving you when all we shared were strained voices in the wilderness searching for a common language to be heard.

I was loving you in a time when everyone and everything else did too. And even though we have all taken on new forms I want you to know that I still do.

Using WIT:

Using Whatever It Takes

For real I don't care what it takes whether in travel or time, whether we measure it in gravel or diamond mines for fossilized moments that will become crystallized for eternity in our minds—you are going to be mine!

It doesn’t matter the route, whether circuitous or straight. Doesn’t matter if to get you I have to pursue from early morning hours unabated until daybreak, for fossilized moments that will become crystallized in our minds for eternity—you are going to be mine!

For real I don’t care about the sacrifice and I'm totally undeterred by the expense from having coveted you for so long I'm focused on the mutual exhilaration we will experience and its spiritual equivalent.

It doesn’t matter the cost or repercussions; it doesn’t matter the pluses or minuses and all they tally up to, because obstacles and roadblocks are simply markers to overcome leading toward my path to swoon you.

For real I don’t care about the circumstances, whether it’s a passing phase or a phase that lingers never passing through, as long as unconditionally I get to congress with you, to create those fossilized moments that will become crystallized in our minds for eternity .

It doesn’t matter the phase of the moon or which phase in life you are passing through. What’s important to me is that we join together to herald our union; in each breathe implanting fossilized moments that will become crystallized in our minds for eternity.

For real I don’t care one iota where it takes place, whether set in a vast expanse or confined space; whether indulgence is an act of charity or indulgence takes place in a consensual state devoid of clarity, for fossilized moments that will become crystallized in our minds—you are going to be mine!

It doesn’t matter about the extent of our affiliation or personal commitment to ideals or sectarian sanctimonious obligations; it doesn’t matter the assignment of our respective generation, respective attained education or social stratification because for fossilized moments that will become crystallized in our minds—you are going to be mine!

For real I don’t care about the depth or duration; whether it’s a sober marathon or a mini-series of ecstatic continuations as long as it’s peppered with passionately animated exclamations and seismic flows from your hips undulating gyration.

It doesn’t matter which factors or distracters suggest we shouldn’t come together; it doesn’t matter about diverse penchants or passions so long as we don’t yield to their distraction, because there are few things together we can create that will become more lasting than those deeply imbedded fossilized moments that will become crystallized in our minds for all eternity.

Poppin' Off: Revision

Thoughts keep popping off not easy to erase some X-Rated others simply debase. So that you can have a window into my mind here’s a little taste:

Hey Shawty there are some things about you a brotha is just dying to know some things that have a brotha’s mind twisted and out of control.

Can’t stop the mind from contemplating whether you like it fast or do you prefer it slow;

Where the rhythms in your hips vibrate and rock causing the mattress to absorb extra pressure and shock making the headboard knock.

Ideas keep popping off on when a brotha prepares to hit the bottom just how deep does that go.

Curious about if there are walls that close in stopping the effort restricting the flow or do you remain engaged in repose.

A brotha is dying to know how does Lady like it with the door open or close and for the voyeur in all of us will you put on a show much like you do when modeling clothes.

And for an encore will you do it some more and if a brotha gets bored with the bed can he continue on the floor,

With you indulging him by breaking him off while on all four.

Thoughts keep popping off not easy to erase some X-Rated others simply debase. So that you can have a window into my mind here’s a little taste:

And Fox, does your "Stop!" really mean "Go!"

Just how exactly should a brotha interpret the word "No" because dialectically and etymologically speaking men have a problem comprehending the "N" and the "O".

So perhaps that “N” should be an “X” and all that it suggests. Yes hugs, kisses and all the rest, where “X” marks the spot a brotha has to hit to get you hot.

Sure thing Shawty you can change the “N” and the “O” to read Xs & Os and run the relationship like a playbook where anything goes. Where the ultimate goal is to put the ball across a plain; net; or into a hole,

So at the end there can be a celebration where the winners lose control: Poppin’ Off!