you fall like clouds out of the sky
drenched in indigo
deep set in your hair reminds me of purple suits and matching hats
we prance like ponies
feathers match sockings clean...new
high heel shoes
I smell like rain water fresh with jasmine
hot red long legs and short skirts
shinny black like blue indigo
and we prance like ponies
till it gets to us
hollar back up spine
all it done got to us
and dem boys play like the end is near and coming up fast
dem boys play like it is summertime friday and saturday nite
dem boys play like we ain't down the street from dem otha boys in blue
and it don got to us cause
slick down don curled up
tight like water hit it
like we ain't gon f*** all night and be ready to pray all day in anuther day
cause we still curl up to cartoons in the morning playing toe touching in da morning
maybe another deep blue or red or purple whichever is ready from the cleaners
step out for the streetlights shows sparkling caddies and dem boys pumping that music like it ain't nobody business
cause it ain't nobody business
nobody
nice work, Mitzi...
Art Sun...
Artful and brilliant... "Pumping like" reveals its pictures exoterically... A magnificent composition in contents and emotions.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Ron
ET
Be safe,
Karen
Fee
Outstanding write.
Stop by my den and watch the rapture video, it may just bless your soul.
God bless.
Very much to the point here.
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