outkast in south. soul in mouth.
'my oral demonstration
be like clitoral stimulation'
i don't say much
but the impact is huge
i can be your favorite movie
like moulin rouge
but silent like chaplin
not hand-to-hand but mind-to-mind grapplin'
silent renowned charm
as well known as orwell's animal farm
my bright eyes and laughter and my seldom speech
it'll stick to your memory forever
like an ever-memorable leech
my words experience no percolation
they're fully evinced, giving way to a standing ovation
every night you dream of me talking to you
so when i do, it's like deja vu
aural pleasure, aural bliss
a single passionate kiss
one secret, mysterious tryst
then i leave
and it's me you miss
me and my soul-leaking mouthly orifice.
what if i loved you just for your brain?
know you may think that to be inane
but i just want you to maintain your brain
superficiality is so last century
all shallow hals belong in penitentiary
show me your brain and do it in a hurry.