From ThE LiPs Of A pOet.....

 

AND I WONDER

MY WINGS ARE LIKE SILK THAT CRUMBLES TO A TOUCH
THE BEAUTY OF THE BEHOLDER SPREADS INTO THE AIR
I, NOT ALONE INTO THIS JUNGLE OF SOME SORT OR SUCH
BREED, FEED ALL OF THE WORLD TO SHARE

 

YOU STARE INTO MY EYES WHICH YOU CAN NOT SEE
YOU CAST YOUr HAND AS IF I’M SAFE THERE
ONE TOUCH cOULD BE THE DEATH OF THEm or ME
NOT ALL CAN RESIST, CURIOSITY IS BORN HERE

MY COLOR ATTRACTS YOU MY SHAPE FASCINATES YOU
THE STROKE OF BODY BY YOU WOULD MEAN DEATH
I’M TOo FRAGILE FOR YOUr KIND MAYBE MINE TOO
THE SPECTRUM OF MY LIFE PULLS ME TO MY WEALTH

FOR ME TO SURVIVE AND YOU TO ENJOY
I MUST STROKE ALL MY MIGHT TO THE SKY
JUST ENJOY ME FOR MY BEAUTY
I’M ONLY A BLACK BUTTERFLY

...................................by:...LiPsOfApOeT

 

 

BIO

 

Attends : World Overcomers Christian Church Durham, NC

Age: 45 yrs old

Work: IT Tech for the Stateand does security work on weekends sometimes 

Hobbies: GymRat, loves fitness, loves writing poetry, loves Gospel House & Hype music, Ex-DJ