a little romantic poem

Perfect Blend

You are the melody
behind my music.
I am the power of your
words, the rhythm of your
walk, and the instrument
that brings you praise.
Together, we can do anything.
Lyrically, I will sing you
a song that you give me
words to.
Perfect blend, baby.
You are the butter on my
bread, and I'm the food
that you consume on blue days.
We together,are like an infinite
river of infinite possibilities.
Give me all of your soul like you
do on sunlight shiny days.
And I'll continue to pull you up with
sweet words and lulling rhythms that come out of my mouth.
I will, be there, for you.
You will, be there, for me.
Together like the best things in
life baby. We are perfectly blended.
Rough skin of your life's story.
I lotion up you with shea butter to
get your through your rough moments.
When I see your light coming through my window pane, I smile a thousand smiles.
Holding me up on the not so good part of my days, you hug me a thousand miles away.
Loving the way, we love each other, is so damn loving baby.
Yes, I believe we're the perfect blend.
Rough, raw, and hot to the touch.
We taste each other's sweet and sour eroticies just perfectly for us to consume.
Because at the end of the day we continue to give each other the best of each other.
Though we're not perfect, we rise like dough baking in the oven.
We are imperfectly perfect together in every way.
Keep liquifying my soul and inspiring me and my hand and heart will always be here to keep carry you through to the other side.
Side by side, we are one.
Side by side, we are the perfect blend in one huge cup of this life.
No slices are necessary because together, we are a meal that no one can consume because we're thick on a positive life lived now in this moment.

(c) 2005 by Mocha Sistah