tonight we parade; to a moonlight serenade
even if it's, within... celebrate
a charade is, uplifting; if pain fits your description
saying her name's, just admitting
pain is your prison; sustaining your comfort
i'm saying i want her
while under a cloud, raining; the thunder
is banging, like jungles
where concrete's the terrain
& my hunger, for you is insane
i'm not complaining; the way you are slaying
this all goes without saying
every class, you get an A in
i'm just explaining; you are an amen
my restitution, to praying
my music, to sway in
my excuse, to stay in
i need you to say when, too much is too much
shush, hush, enough of this mush; before i gush
please allow us, to please our lust
or at least, allow these, consonants & vowels
to be your sees, lockets, & flowers
believing in me now was, your moment of reckoning
to question if, i'll ever grip your neck again; squeezing
while easing in you, with repetition
or simply pleasing you, with every sentence
when ever you read it, you need it, to feed your senses
before you breathe out, first breathe in
there's weed in it; to free your tensions
& so much of you & me in it
you'll o'd in it; & release your yeses
there's weed in it
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