This morning I still remember
I still feel it
I can still taste it
The way you crept back into my mind
The way your words eased back down my spine
I can still hear you rhyming
leaving traces of ur poetic passion
laying all over me
Ur flow flowed ever so effortlessly
As if u had never left us
waiting so patiently
This morning I want more
I need more
Ready to soar
Ready to explode once more
Can I have ur poetic fantasies like before?
You have my pen tore
You have my pad sore
I lay here in bliss
Infatuated by these words I've missed
I need ur next poetic lay
Like I need night mixed with day
Like I need ur pen mixed with me
I need ur pen for my smiles, my tears and my laughter
Lets do this again, soon, how bout the morning after?