Say, baby... can I be Your slave? I've got to admit girl you're the
shit girl... and I'm digging you like a grave. Now, do they call you Daughter
to the Spinning Pulsar... or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons? Sister to the Distant
yet Rising Star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun. Oooh,
is that a smile me put on your face, child... wide as a field of jasmine and
clover? Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. High on legs that'll
spite Jehovah. Shit. Who am I? It's not important. But me they call me brother
to the night. And right now... I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to
become the funk in your right. Who am I? I'll be whoever you say? But right now
I'm the sight-raped hunter... blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just want
to give you injections... of sublime erections... and get you to dance to my
rhythm... make you dream archetypes... of black angels in flight... upon wings
of distorted, contorted... metaphoric jizm. Come on slim. Fuck your man. I
ain't worried about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather
the deal with the fallacy... of this dry-ass reality... I'd rather dance and
romance your sweet ass in a wet dream. Who am I? Well, they call me Brother to
the night. And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become
the funk in your right. Is that all right?
Poetry is the possibility of language.
All of this
people running around here jumping, skipping, falling in love…falling in love
ain’t shit. Somebody talk to PLEASE about how to stay there…
You always want what
you want when you want it. Why is everything so urgent with you?
Let me tell you somethin'. This here, right now, at this very moment, is all that matters to me. I love you. That's urgent like a motherfucker
Let me tell you somethin'. This here, right now, at this very moment, is all that matters to me. I love you. That's urgent like a motherfucker
When a man gets a hard on, you know
where the blood come from, right? You know where the blood come from, right?
His head and his feet. So A - he's stupid and B - he can't run.
people who say love does
not exist have actually exceeded the possibility
Romance is dead is what they
said while sittin around cheating at pool
the very last frame of this nine ball game, the cat who had the date on the top
of the empire state is the one who got hustled like a fool
ROMANCE…
is about the possibility
of the thing.
From the time when you first meet some fine ass woman…
To the time you make love to her.
From the time you first propose to her.
To the time you say i do. When people who have been together for a long time say that the romance is dead….nuh uh……they just EXHAUSTED THE POSSIBILITIES
From the time when you first meet some fine ass woman…
To the time you make love to her.
From the time you first propose to her.
To the time you say i do. When people who have been together for a long time say that the romance is dead….nuh uh……they just EXHAUSTED THE POSSIBILITIES
6 comments:
YESSSSS!!!! I feel like going to watch this right NOW! I WANT THIS KIND OF LOVE!
A great movie for lovers of both sex...
Ya know, I'm not sure that I do actually have a favorite movie. Maybe it's Cooley High or Soulfood or Pulp Fiction....I don't know.
honee, this is my movie. I swear I have gone through 3 dvds watching this movie.
Yessir.
I can so see Cooley High ebing your favorite movie. lol.
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