| Paula Thomas |
Heat Wave hips swaying like mango leaves in the afternoon breeze 3 am tease at some smoke joint head sweet on rum and tonic water my lover stands back watching me in the corner with you making music between my thighs sneaking quick feels between beats baby this is some kind of heat wave I’m feeling that no air-con going to take care of it tonight i want to take this moment home caress it on my bed write a trilogy from our sweat taste ink juice on my tongue fill some sex poem’s vibe that goes something like this and baby this is some kind of heat wave I’m feeling that no fan can take care of tonight pimp juice no more like ink juice going to write it inside this verse yours and if you don’t object yours as well and tell me something if I were to blindfold you and take you home would you lie between my lover and i cause baby this is some kind of heat wave I’m feeling that no 3 finger word-play can take care of tonight cause straight up i’d like to sip a double cocktail feel it slide down like… i hope you catch this drift as i lick my lips fingering the possibilities in my head of your coming and yours after my giving cause baby this is some kind of heat wave I’m feeling that the 2 of you can take care of tonight. December 2007 |
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Red Pulp Underground
i’ve spent many lonely nights crying many lonely nights in tears trouble like water under the bridge telling me things that I don’t wish to know the caroni river overflows and traffic is piled up for hours just like these emotions inside my head just like these emotions inside my head the church says don’t do this it’s wrong the church says don’t do that it’s wrong and the church says don’t you dare love your own reflection men in robes telling me what to do men in robes telling me who to love and how do I choose living in a Christian world when it’s you that keeps me sane when night falls you that keeps me safe when all else fails if I shatter this reflection they’ll win tired of writing loves notes in the fire tired of reading ashes in the dawn i hear hypocrisy has a new name in town tell me something father what is it you tell those little boys do you tell them to climb the staircase to your heaven do you make them say 10 hail mary’s full of grace so that they can be saved since you’re the closest thing to God. December 2007 |