|.Dangerous Poison.|:

I love the way he looks at me
I feel like the only woman
In the room that he could see
His baby brown eyes
Gleam in the spotlight
And I couldn't take my mind off of
Him even if I try

He may not be a famous emcee
But he means more to me than them
Other fake emcee's
The way his lips drip with spoken word poetry
Got me feignin to touch his
Psyche and caress his mentals
His flow is smoother than lotion on my skin
Fueled by lyrical devotion tasting
Like a poetical sin

He handles the mic with such ease
Letting prose fall freely from his beautiful lips
Gripping tightly as he spits lines
That fell onto blank notebook pages
From his talented fingertips
Every verb stings like a kiss of love
On the nape of my neck
Rubbing my psyche feeling like bliss

He is the epitome if perfection
His heart is so pure when he drops ink
My heart pumps to his lyrics beats
Feeling like our souls
Are solely in sync
He is my reason for inking late night poetry
And I think I may have fell in love
With an emcee

  B. Rose:

She grabs the mice
Entice's me with excellent lyrical energy.
Putting her entire heart
In all of her

R
H
Y
M
E's

Spitting significant scribes to a beat
Letting males and females equally
She is nothing less than a beast

L
Y
R
I
C
A
L
L
Y

As she
Allows her dangerous posion to poetically

D
R
I
P

On each page of her P-A-D
Between blues lines
Her pen skeets
Leaving pages W-E-T
From lacivious lyrical thoughts
Ready for her to vocally present
In front of her number one fan

... ME

Her rhymes and her style
Is a combination
Causing thoughts of her to travel through my mind
With no interference
With our hearts cadence as the beat...

I think I fell in love with a femcee.

  |.Dangerous Poison.|:

We lock eyes from across the room
The mic gripped tightly in
Sweaty palms
No words need to be spoken
Our hearts are on fire
Fueled by poetical drive and unspoken
Desires

Together we are lyrically committed
Our hearts beat the lines
That drip from our lips
Caressing our love with passionate fingertips

No feeling can describe the sensation
Between two talented artists
Spitting rhymes from notebook pages
He is the only one that stays
On my mind &
He is ready to viciously spit prose
In front of his number one fan

...ME

We are poetically connected
Living vicariously by the complex
Beats of out hearts and
Through lines of beautiful poetry

...We both fell in love with an emcee