My lovely After-Show Ladies...can I talk 2 each and everyone of you?
Flow with this...
The maturation
of
my
infatuation
began with the
saturation
of your
salutations
of love
no
limitation
2 my
appreciation
your Sunday night
visitations
are the
exclaimation
of our Sacred
affiliation
of love
my
subjugation
2 your
illumination
is in driect
relation
2 the
elation
I feel
no
complications
your beauty is a
celebration
of love
sweet
sensations
my
elevation
begins with the
activation
of your
proliferation
of love
your
quotations
are the
formation
of
civilization
the
transportation
the
symbolization
of Dee becoming a man
of love
there is no
catergorization
no
homogenizaton
for your sweet
notations
of love
the
equivilation
of Cupid's
relation
to arrows not one
but a
multiplication
a visceral
vibration
of love
your
communication
is my
vaccination
preventing
abombinations
from causing a
cessation
of love
no
complications
your
cooperation
is a blissful
coordination
of love
Little Miss Muffett
can't sit on this
suffix
not when my
emo-TIONS
are in
conjunc-TION
with the
mo-TION
of your words
of love
so I'm
confessin
I enjoy sampling your
delicatessen
your
impresssions
are
directions
to love
no
delusions
your
infusion
of sultry
inclusions
leave me
cruisin
on the wings
of love
my
loveable
lovebirds
leaving me
lovelorn
blessed I was
born
pray never 2 be
shorn
or
scored
by your words
of love
my land '
is lovelocked
awww...thanks 4 the hug
now I have a
lovebug
from
lovable
hug-a-ble
ladies
I don't mean maybe
but
definitely
each and everyone of you
represent
the
epitome
of
God's
legacy
it's plain 2
see
my
destiny
is
approximately
mated
and satiated
by your
demonstrated
words
of love
never tought I'd love like this
never thought I'd love like this...
kiss
a lyrical
tryst
can't
reisist
you ladies are
acoustic
alchemist
I need a
cardiologist
maybe a
biochemist
because a
biologist
can't define your
words
of love
I'm but a
graffitist
compared 2 the
harmonicist
vibe and your
landscapist
words
of love
my Ladies
larcenist
stole my heart
while I was
singin in the
mist
of your
love
from the
nonconformist
2 the
novelist
I feel like an
oceanologist
swimming in the ocean
of your
papyrologist
words
of love
I will tell the
panelists
though I am a
perfectionist
I desperately need
a
phamacist
my body cant
resist
your words
of love
maybe I need a
sexologist
to help me recover
from such sultry
soliloquist
such
specialists
such
spiritualists
I listen 2 your
soloist
thermodynamicist
twist
on words
of love
I THANK GOD ABOVE
4 EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU
..and the light fades
as I exit stage
WRITE
..and THAT'S my piece!