La-La-La-La Means I....ain't singin. Leave that to DJ Dean, that boy is mean. All the other femmes can listen to him do his thang but you gotta listen with me. Can't have him stealin you. Then again...Yo DJ if you give me that bad leather jacket, your G.I. Joe with the Kung Foo Grip and 3 Snickers bars we can negotiate! HAHAHA! I'm just sayin!
On the serious tip though..lemme flex on this Spiritual Sex thing. Hope she dig it for real.Love thoughts from me to you boo..or should I say baby..or maybe my lady..yeah that works. Let me put in this work.
Seems to me when the sex is fierce,
it's 60 percent spiritual, 30 percent mental and 10 percent physical,
the metaphysical being what makes it lyrical, spherical,
celestial harmonics like two comets blazzing through the stratosphere,
the ionosphere in the upper atmosphere,
heating up exponentially, nothing disturbed emotionally,
whether we make love vertically or horizontally,
the passion in our interaction,
takes us to a place we can maintain our anonymity,
while improving our spiritual and sexual symmetry
Bet you didn't know the Bible speaks of eros,
for real, since the time of Thutmose,
and before that God knew, true dynastic interpretations,
are made when two people in love, make love that lasts
generation upon generation, from the Alpha to the Omega,
Genesis to Revelation,
during my contemplation, I realized only one thing
can help me get it together,
when our spirits intertwine,
like your sweat and mine, and we make love last forever
Dig, Jacob worked for seven years to pay for Rachel,
but his love for her was so strong
that it seemed to him but a few days,(Genesis 29:20)
can any prose or love phrase,
equate to that kind of dedication,
real rap I would've done the same if that was our situation,
but after careful deliberation,
I wouldn't have paid for you because you're not a homo-sapien,
you're a Celestial Angel by way of Ethiopia, ain't that many brown angels,
so God takes His time making 'em,
and He presented you to me, I appreciate that truly
Yeah, see you're a loving doe, not a ho,
a graceful deer, perfect the way you appear,
may her breasts satisfy you always, they do,
even after a couple of seeds, they still holding true,
may you ever be capitivated by her love, (Proverbs 5:19),what,
no divorce, the contours of your physical discourse,
plots my course,
on the road to pleasure,
I emerged from the Valley of the Shadow of Death
to find a cup of brown sugar without measure
I've seen hatred stir up dissension,
but love covers all wrongs (Proverbs 10:12),
everlasting love, the subject of prose, dozens of red roses,
chilled wine and songs,
up where we belong,
in a place only we define, the time
we spend experimenting only limited by the limitations
of the human mind,
so we travel on an astral projection via the spirit,
so our bodies, can compose a melody,
only you and I can hear it,
playing again and again
There are three things that amaze me, truthfully,
no, check that four things I can't understand,
but I don't question the Supreme's Universal Plan,
how an eagle glides through the sky,
changing direction on the wings of love in the blink of an eye,
how a snake slithers on a rock,
remember that traffic stop, when you just smiled,
and chilled that angry cop,
how a ship navigates the ocean,
for real, I would brave a stormy sea,
to reach the tranquility of your eternal devotion,
and how a man loves a woman,(Proverbs 30:18-19)
or should I say a lady, a.k.a my baby
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride,
my best friend with whom I can confide,
side by side, the cross and crescent we abide,
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
one of a kind, whether walking in the rain,
or slipping into sunshine,
and the fragrance of your perfume better than any spice,(Song of Solomon 4:10)
my love, my life, my devotion, my emotion, my spiritual wife
Love is patient, love is kind,
created in a concentric circle, by the oracle
and God, the Devine,
it does not envy, it does not boast, Jesus is the host,
and you're the hostess,
so let me genuflect, and pay respect,
while I toast this,
love is not proud, no need to shout all crazy and loud,
that's for ametuers not pros,
baby you're amythyst,
that's why I can't resist, this, when I kiss your rose,
love is not rude or self-seeking,
no need for secrets if love is the promise we're keeping,
it is not easliy angered, keeps no record of wrongs,
you see spritual sex is when a man respects his lady,
be she in church clothes or wearing nothing but a thong,
love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth,
why should it be wasted on the youth, if we have proof,
of our devotion, just my thoughts, check that a notion,
love always protects, always trusts, always hopes,
always perseveres,
from the first kiss through heartache and tears,
into the golden years,
and beyond (1 Corinthians 13: 4-8)
This is the culmination,
of my dissertation, but only the beginning
of our spiritual emancipation,
we are free to be, you and I, I and U, you and me,
D'ee and his lady,
ups and downs, smiles and frowns, whatever,
long as we break up to make up, together,
show the world how a real vibe gets down,
clay shaped by the Creator's Hands,
I D'ee, you my baby, one woman, one man,
on love, one God, one plan,
so dig, go on and buy that wedding dress with the long train,
and now these three remain,
faith, hope and love,
consecrated and dedicated to us from God above
Let me fade this, with a kiss...