Banjee Boy Muzik
"Banjee Boi Muzik"
You and I make excellent music together on Different Generes.
As I Calypso down your Rock... & Roll those Rumba beats thru my large and percussive Rythm and Blues sextion. Makin Banjee- Boy Music.
The melody of kisses bring me in and out of symphony, translating chords thru your Latin lips. Swelling with curiosity,I slide my hands past your well dressed suit to the tight beater that houses the round firmness of your pecs. Obviously this requires a more careful inspection. Rolling clouds puff from my Jazz cigarrette.. "You know what.. Fuck it!.. just go ahead & pull the whole damn thing off!". Smooth mango colored body before me with perked chocolate nipples shows that your a willing student.
We stand mouth to mouth body to body, holding closely as if our souls could melt together, breathing heat into each swelling forms. My palms roll down the stiff curves in your back leading up to its main event. Body for dayz and sunsets! and suddenly my hands are Overwhelmed by the tightest drums id love to beat. I want to open you up and drink you in slowly, allowing your sweet nector to trickle down and blend into my sweat. Havin Sade moments with each "kiss of life" while my Deangelo "wants some of yo brown suga".. and Damn its soo sticky sweet.
Our bodies groove within the invisible music in our love makin. Staring eye to eye in the bare nakedness of our souls as if lovers with distant past reincarnate. Bodies fitting together with each Upstroke and Downbeat making Grown Ass men cling to bedsheets!. Banjee- Boy music and Turn it up this song Iz ma mutha fukkin SHIT!!!
Now what would your Boyz say if they knew you were taking Music Lessons from da Batty Boi?? ....What would your Girl??. See we live our lives in different generes that wont allow us to walk hand in hand into sunsets, where text messages are like speak easys that plan our Pilfery of pleasurable moments.
Where one is not robbed by the snatching of kicks & chains but by the Verbal taking of your Masculinity. "Gay" is the new adjective! Wordz like "Faggot".. "Homo".. and the Universal "Downlow"..sinks stones heavy around necks of my brothas and make them do dumb shit. like disrespecting sistas, confusing nurturing feelings as weakness and making light of those who walk head held up to the beat of their own drum.
Living in the facade that "All real men love Pussy" on a Alpha male's ego trip! But you and I know thats all bullshit!.
You are Man by standing on the opuses of promises you keep. You are man when you teach your sons and daughters to live strength, righteousness, and dignity. You are man by not letting one smudge in this world in all of its shoebox labels put one Scuff on yo swagger!.
You and I make excellent music together on different generes. Still its beautiful and real. Until the day we both walk in the Sunlight, We make
Banjee- boy Muzik.
@BakariPoet2'12
You and I make excellent music together on Different Generes.
As I Calypso down your Rock... & Roll those Rumba beats thru my large and percussive Rythm and Blues sextion. Makin Banjee- Boy Music.
The melody of kisses bring me in and out of symphony, translating chords thru your Latin lips. Swelling with curiosity,I slide my hands past your well dressed suit to the tight beater that houses the round firmness of your pecs. Obviously this requires a more careful inspection. Rolling clouds puff from my Jazz cigarrette.. "You know what.. Fuck it!.. just go ahead & pull the whole damn thing off!". Smooth mango colored body before me with perked chocolate nipples shows that your a willing student.
We stand mouth to mouth body to body, holding closely as if our souls could melt together, breathing heat into each swelling forms. My palms roll down the stiff curves in your back leading up to its main event. Body for dayz and sunsets! and suddenly my hands are Overwhelmed by the tightest drums id love to beat. I want to open you up and drink you in slowly, allowing your sweet nector to trickle down and blend into my sweat. Havin Sade moments with each "kiss of life" while my Deangelo "wants some of yo brown suga".. and Damn its soo sticky sweet.
Our bodies groove within the invisible music in our love makin. Staring eye to eye in the bare nakedness of our souls as if lovers with distant past reincarnate. Bodies fitting together with each Upstroke and Downbeat making Grown Ass men cling to bedsheets!. Banjee- Boy music and Turn it up this song Iz ma mutha fukkin SHIT!!!
Now what would your Boyz say if they knew you were taking Music Lessons from da Batty Boi?? ....What would your Girl??. See we live our lives in different generes that wont allow us to walk hand in hand into sunsets, where text messages are like speak easys that plan our Pilfery of pleasurable moments.
Where one is not robbed by the snatching of kicks & chains but by the Verbal taking of your Masculinity. "Gay" is the new adjective! Wordz like "Faggot".. "Homo".. and the Universal "Downlow"..sinks stones heavy around necks of my brothas and make them do dumb shit. like disrespecting sistas, confusing nurturing feelings as weakness and making light of those who walk head held up to the beat of their own drum.
Living in the facade that "All real men love Pussy" on a Alpha male's ego trip! But you and I know thats all bullshit!.
You are Man by standing on the opuses of promises you keep. You are man when you teach your sons and daughters to live strength, righteousness, and dignity. You are man by not letting one smudge in this world in all of its shoebox labels put one Scuff on yo swagger!.
You and I make excellent music together on different generes. Still its beautiful and real. Until the day we both walk in the Sunlight, We make
Banjee- boy Muzik.
@BakariPoet2'12