MY ALMOND, MY ROCK I told her she is a rock and all, she said you only need therapy, Let me lay my thoughts openly, no, I mean nakedly, You get me hard between my limbs I rock pedestal, Now you made my dish salty, I kinda love the recipe, How do pants stall, This bloody car travel down my arteries, I think I'm on some sleep Cause I feel sleepy, I like the weather as I'm on siesta, The sun the rain then hail fall, I can't help myself I'm on a dream It's wet the sun rests so it sprawl, that's how she spread smiley, She too religious I told her about missionary, and about arguing like we missionaries, knowing I can make my way from her neck to thighs, while we look at the mirror of our eyes, let's talk to each other about wrongs or rights, Tell my ears all that your teeth don't bite, And all that your sleeves hide, I go through ups and downs My needs up and not below my knees so when I'm on your hips let me hike, I'm a fig Mediterranean tree I share my insights, Let me spread my tap root inside, taking my time as a tourist and I'm up for all that hype, Baby and I smile back at the dimples below your spine, napping to 2 in the morning let you see my veins stripes, Then I'm up for errors thinking about how lies can be modified. ©Reginald Felix #mirakee #poems #writer #poem #Beautiful #mirakee #writersofinstagram #stronger #WatchingSunset
