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Victim Of Self Being

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The Vocals/Poetry: Poetic Prettywings
The Music & Sampling: C. Double34 Music
The Sampled Vocals: Floetry & Ledisi
The Artwork: The Infamous Strategy

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It's Getting Late, Remixed (Poetic Prettywings, Vocals)

WOKE UP... TO SUPPLE YOU
- JZA aka "^SEHU?!." (from My Morning Meditations © 2012)
by Jawanza Amennun on Friday, July 6, 2012 at 8:49am •

From now... til the moment I woke up to supple you. The plan of a planted path to be re-followed. So follow me then.... & descend... down, down... the winding  of  the words of my verses' spin. Begging your pardon, my dear… my adjectives & verbs & nouns... no less terse than the words once heard in Solomon's Garden... no less dutiful seemed by she... who has dove's eyes to see. So... see me now my friend. Look @ me. Swallow the ink of pen. 

Woke up with this morning with a mind determined once more to Love you again... a mind so undeterred to not stop. Yes… I live again... if only for the Love of you. Yes... again. Is this a sin that I Love you like this? It must be. Because it just feels too good to me… for that which lies in my heart to not to be... true. Feels like I'm somehow cheating on the whole Universe as my wife... to in my life have with you so much Love in so little time as Providence gives us two. You are my Love. I pray that no jealous god finds his way to peek into my lair to see.... what we have done. For surely... he would thus sorely punish me... expel me from my light body... for eating this forbidden fruit of your tree. And yeah! I have eaten it to the core! 

My worst thoughts... rubbed sore up against me...@ the 1st sight of you... so bare... so raw... so bold… so beautiful. The rest of you... the best of you... I must declare runs through & through... by design... from the mind of you. Woke up so aware... so plaited with the immeasurably pleasurable need to tease the mane of  my mare... the wiry ends of Love. Ah... to thus find Love in the smelling of the scented hairs of your Love again. Stretch them out until the nakedness of your sensual intelligence is ALL that I see in you... of me. Tend to you with the brush of a new adventure's abruptness.... after I take a little time to just stare into your eyes. 

Find you... in that state of mind... where were you are... at the bottom of a hot pot that screams... "Yes! Yes! More please!" Removed the kettle from the eye & and then I... poured my dream... filled up my cup with you & your cream. This heated brew of you... by which I intoxicated... do steep my tongue into  the bewitching reflections of your lovely face. 

The taste. The image of your beaded waist... this vision that I can't erase.... even if I wanted to. So strenuous! So tenuous it would be... for me... to... try to put up... any resistance to you. Foolish pride & guilty futility. A brutal battery of my senses... to not think of you... the way that I do.  And why on earth would anyone want to ever want to look away from you? Why would I ever want to divert my eye away from the divide... betwixt your sultry hips & soulful thighs? Uhn Uhn! Can't do it. Won't. 

How could I not fantasize about the tenderness of your hands & feet... not long to ALL was greet your lips... mixed with sweet sweet kisses to be sipped  from your cup by me? How could I not want to so slowly savor the taste of last night's silhouette of you? My pillow still wet... with the visions of the way you did.... prance in my mind. 

The gift of sugar plums... dancing... like the greetings of yule tide. Then & there... you the cause of my stilled resign in the morning time. No revision for this one. I've left nothing unsaid. Nothing I have said... to be deemed unnecessary. Every sentence given not to lay waste in the expansion of breath. Think I'll just go drink down this liquid of aromatic flavorful ecstasy that’s left. 

I just Love coupling & cuddling with bliss filled you... you who are so good to me... down to the last dregs of this my morning tea... my morning see... of the whispers of steam that I know will still haunt me.. in my ALL day dreams... from now... to when I woke up to... supple you.


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Make beats with a message and sample using the fair use act of 1976. Boom Bap Hip Hop is what I vibe to...but I bring all elements of music to the mix. A man of YHWH, God the Father and I give Him the praise and credit for these ideas. Thanks for listening. Peace be with and unto you. Luke 17:21.

It's Getting Late, Remixed (Poetic Prettywings, Vocals)

Clarence Ferguson Jr

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