French Tongue The Remix
Ive never made the Tour of Frances provinces
yet im told that my tongue
has enhanced a throbbing kiss
as if I were an almond French man.
But any1 with common sense can
tell that Ive never spent an insightful hour
atop the Eiffel Tower
enjoying the delightful shower
of the City of Lights pretty, bright nights.
still Im told that when my tongue
tastes the gentle genders
tender garden
it has the revival power
of a survivor flower
that could respond & spawn
even beneath feet & concrete
4its seed breathes & breeds in need
which is housed in mouths
that speak from lips that I part;
the peaks & some cliffs of hearts
that I climb with my divine vine
~~~existing inside me
like a twisting ivy~~~
making awed crawls
up enthralled walls.
With its sprawled length strung
my so-called French tongue
slithers, is considered a tickler & teaser gratis
a stickler for pleaser status.
My tongues wrap-sody
is a work of art
that inverts the heart
as if it were a hung tapestry.
& tho Im every inch man
Im not a French man
So my born allegiance
is not2 the Foreign Legion
& my circumstances are not Bourbon Frances,
For in His Wisdoms vision
God shroud me
in the arms length garment
of a resplendent Africans descendent.
& has applied the sum of His sum
so that my tongue is tied as tight as a drum
but yet is as loose as dashiki shapes
4women who desire freaky escapes.
Thus, without shedding any #of clothes
my ember member 2be exposed
in all its blazing glory 2tell the amazing story
of an unsung hero
whose heats stroked some deep throats
2exemplar temperatures from among zero.
There may be some truth 2testaments
that Black men are the root specimen;
are rugged, star studded astro-Afro
who can take a Lady, jaded or Black Pearl
back2Africa
then out of this n2 a shaded, relaxed world.
Within our oral cavity
is an instrument, an implement
with the moral gravity
2 induce a finesse effect
as a matter of resuscitation--
tongue-in-groove,
a brief fluctuation,
pitter patter up the ladder
climb each rung smooth
with a slant analogous 2 a salvias plant
with its mint scent
nothing ordinary, perhaps
even the taste of boysenberries.
As an aside, as a precedent, my preference
is2have Your heart tweaked on Martinique,
lying soft, drying off on white sands,
my right hand rubbing Your bikini
as if You were a genie
with my adept left keeping time
rubbing Your pain & easing mine
eliciting thrill ovations & exhilaration
from Your suspense-seeking,
French-speaking lips
& as I reach within an inch of them
You can teach me French,
the unflawed, authentic, awe-vintage immersion version
as in
How does1 say Deeper in French?
Ive never made the Tour of Frances provinces
yet im told that my tongue
has enhanced a throbbing kiss
as if I were an almond French man.
But any1 with common sense can
tell that Ive never spent an insightful hour
atop the Eiffel Tower
enjoying the delightful shower
of the City of Lights pretty, bright nights.
still Im told that when my tongue
tastes the gentle genders
tender garden
it has the revival power
of a survivor flower
that could respond & spawn
even beneath feet & concrete
4its seed breathes & breeds in need
which is housed in mouths
that speak from lips that I part;
the peaks & some cliffs of hearts
that I climb with my divine vine
~~~existing inside me
like a twisting ivy~~~
making awed crawls
up enthralled walls.
With its sprawled length strung
my so-called French tongue
slithers, is considered a tickler & teaser gratis
a stickler for pleaser status.
My tongues wrap-sody
is a work of art
that inverts the heart
as if it were a hung tapestry.
& tho Im every inch man
Im not a French man
So my born allegiance
is not2 the Foreign Legion
& my circumstances are not Bourbon Frances,
For in His Wisdoms vision
God shroud me
in the arms length garment
of a resplendent Africans descendent.
& has applied the sum of His sum
so that my tongue is tied as tight as a drum
but yet is as loose as dashiki shapes
4women who desire freaky escapes.
Thus, without shedding any #of clothes
my ember member 2be exposed
in all its blazing glory 2tell the amazing story
of an unsung hero
whose heats stroked some deep throats
2exemplar temperatures from among zero.
There may be some truth 2testaments
that Black men are the root specimen;
are rugged, star studded astro-Afro
who can take a Lady, jaded or Black Pearl
back2Africa
then out of this n2 a shaded, relaxed world.
Within our oral cavity
is an instrument, an implement
with the moral gravity
2 induce a finesse effect
as a matter of resuscitation--
tongue-in-groove,
a brief fluctuation,
pitter patter up the ladder
climb each rung smooth
with a slant analogous 2 a salvias plant
with its mint scent
nothing ordinary, perhaps
even the taste of boysenberries.
As an aside, as a precedent, my preference
is2have Your heart tweaked on Martinique,
lying soft, drying off on white sands,
my right hand rubbing Your bikini
as if You were a genie
with my adept left keeping time
rubbing Your pain & easing mine
eliciting thrill ovations & exhilaration
from Your suspense-seeking,
French-speaking lips
& as I reach within an inch of them
You can teach me French,
the unflawed, authentic, awe-vintage immersion version
as in
How does1 say Deeper in French?
