Magenta Sky

This morning I wrote poetry with my tongue

This vixen rose before the alarm rung

I...woke up out of the sweetest of dreams
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Must of been dreamin' of reese cups and caramel creams

Something firm with the smoothest of centers

Elated to provide you with mornin' jitters

Gathering thoughts, my tongue begins to softly speak

My tongue massages in between and where the roof of my mouth meet

When I wrote my dear I wrote with my whole soul

Do not stop me or deprive me of my goal

Something inspired me and my thoughts

I kind of blacked out..started seeing spots

You let me into my zone

You can tell by my tone

I want you to feel my rhythm

Saying things that need no criticism

I....began to express my emotions out loud

With confidence I want to make you proud

Imagining pressing my lips to the mic...

And then...I pressed my lips to the mic...

I...saw dim lights, a purply red

Rehearsing my own words unsaid

Im ready so listen, listen as my tongue dances and hypnotizes

Rises up and down so be prepared for your prizes

Envelop yourself in this purple haze

Pretending you are the stage I blaze

Open your eyes dear heart and feel my passion

Be inspired by my tongue thrashin'

Embrace and admire this sensual ambiance

Rolling your eyes in your head like a spiritual seance

It's a nirvana you can't really explain

After alls said and done you say my depth is insane

I wanted you to see the sun and the moon

A little wake and shake well before noon

This morning I wrote poetry with my tongue

This vixen rose before the alarm rung

A purple haze no marijuana

But providing a high like there's no manana

Purply red, mauve baby I want you to fly

So i'll do everything in my power to open up MAGENTA SKY...

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