A poem about the infatuation one has with a crush.
A chance meeting with a tall,dark,and handsome man.His demeanor is kick back,he speaks smoothly and dresses oh so crisp and clean.Always kickin' back and chillin',speaking the truth and keepin'it real.Soft and gentle is his touch,so laid back,so sweet, yet ain't no punk.I find myself with an odd infatuation.I'm a bad a*s b***h with guys to the right and left constantly jockin'.Yet the one that won't give me the time of day is the one that has me determined to pursue and chase.The time together is truly cherished due to the feeling created in his presence that's not too often experienced.But to my dismay an untimely departure forced upon my intentions with him,separate our lives are for the time being.The sweetest thing he may ever know is under suspension.He just might of been my tall,dark,and handsome.Until then big pimpin' I send you these words that are spoken true in an attempt to create a smile on those lucious,perfect lips of yours because of the words I sent to you to see made you stop and think of me.
Amber. A sweet, heartfelt little gem here. Be careful of the dude that does not notice. He notices alright, just playing it coy. You might get more than you bargained for. Then again, he may be the real thing. That's the risk called "Life".
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I really rather like this. I thought at first when I saw the layout that I'd be put off for the rest of the reading, but it grew on me fondly. What I think is the selling point of this piece is that it utilizes varying forms; there's the hip-hop style street talk, the sedately poetic and emotional language, the playful, the longing, the lyrical, the prosaic and the humorous. And I really like how it ends - I think that sold it to me completely.. The incisive notion that purely by getting the intended object of affection to read these words was already one step towards taking another little piece of the heart... cue the song...
A nice piece of work.
Amber. A sweet, heartfelt little gem here. Be careful of the dude that does not notice. He notices alright, just playing it coy. You might get more than you bargained for. Then again, he may be the real thing. That's the risk called "Life".
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