He Made Me Blossom

I am going to tell you a story about the birds and the bees..

How they both united and introduced me to shaking at the knees

like an oak he stood strong and introduced me to spring

maple is what id call him when his sap flowed frequently

he assigned me a new groove far beyond jazz or blues

he renewd my melody stripped me from hip hop and r&b

He assigned me to spring

This brotha told me to blossom rose of beauty..be free!!

release my pigment, my color,nude... let the world envy me

for I would shine like a queen.
These are the words that would pour from his mouth!
and when he poured from his mouth id make it rain down south..!
aint no need for me to shout!.. because hed soothe me.......he would move me
unraveling each tight concealed petal of my rose.. she kept oh so many secrets
so much power in her tight compact..but she kept secrets
she kept her lips closed..but wantend to be free
I am a lady rose of beauty this brotha gave me sun
He told me to blossom
Not knowing that i was a wild flower from the amazon
so I vetoed his sun and season
He said ..."baby dont rain on my parade"
I said "damn youve made me do it youve made me rain on your parade!"
For it was him that I craved so I began to blossom
mother anatomy had taken her corse!
I was praying for winter but I cant go back and forth!....
at least not this fast!!!!
Spring was here ...us rockin steady....
He had got him some ass!

                                                 -mspoeticmagic