untitled continued 9/8/09

Aye
I can't believe I'm writing
a poem
about
THIS NIGGA
he dont care nothing about me
he aint thinking of me
he aint worried about a daggone thing
I'M DOING
but he stays on my mind
I have vivid dream about his soft touch
his masculine body, his loving warmth
his intensely beautiful skin
the beauty of his glorious....
even the taste of his breath left
on my lips
you just don't know
just the concept of the mere existence of a man
who digs what I bring
is beyond conceivable dreams
i miss this him
this him whom I never met
this him that only existed in my subconscious
this him that has been prayed for since i was a young girl
if he's not here now
when will he come
when will he make his presence known
when will he be
where i want him to be