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French Tongue-sometimes i like2 rewrite a poem using the same/similar words



French Tongue-sometimes i like2 rewrite a poem using the same/similar words
By l0nnieugene on 04/29/2007
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I’ve never made the Tour of France’s provinces
yet i’m told that my tongue
has enhanced a throbbing kiss
as if I were an almond French man.
But any1 with common sense can
tell that I’ve never spent an insightful hour
atop the Eiffel Tower
enjoying the delightful shower
of the City of Light’s pretty, bright nights.
still I’m told that when my tongue
tastes the gentle gender’s
tender garden
it has the revival power
of a survivor flower
that could respond & spawn
even beneath feet & concrete
4its seed breathes & breeds in need
which is housed in mouths
that speak from lips that I part;
the peaks & some cliffs of hearts
that I climb with my divine vine
~~~existing inside me
like a twisting ivy~~~
making awed crawls
up enthralled walls.
With its sprawled length strung
my so-called French tongue
slithers, is considered a tickler & teaser gratis
a stickler for pleaser status.
My tongue’s wrap-sody
is a work of art
that inverts the heart
as if it were a hung tapestry.

& tho I’m every inch man
I’m not a French man
So my born allegiance
is not2 the Foreign Legion
& my circumstances are not Bourbon France’s,
For in His Wisdom’s vision
God shroud me
in the arms’ length garment
of a resplendent African’s descendent.
& has applied the sum of His sum
so that my tongue is tied as tight as a drum
but yet is as loose as dashiki shapes
4women who desire freaky escapes.
Thus, without shedding any #of clothes
my ember member 2be exposed
in all its blazing glory 2tell the amazing story
of an unsung hero
whose heat’s stroked some deep throats
2exemplar temperatures from among zero.
There may be some truth 2testaments
that Black men are the root specimen;
are rugged, star studded astro-Afro
who can take a Lady, jaded or Black Pearl
back2Africa
then out of this n2 a shaded, relaxed world.
Within our oral cavity
is an instrument, an implement
with the moral gravity
2 induce a finesse effect
as a matter of resuscitation--
tongue-in-groove,
a brief fluctuation,
pitter patter up the ladder
climb each rung smooth
with a slant analogous 2 a salvias plant
with its mint scent
nothing ordinary, perhaps
even the taste of boysenberries.

As an aside, as a precedent, my preference
is2have Your heart tweaked on Martinique,
lying soft, drying off on white sands,
my right hand rubbing Your bikini
as if You were a genie
with my adept left keeping time
rubbing Your pain & easing mine
eliciting thrill ovations & exhilaration
from Your suspense-seeking,
French-speaking lips
& as I reach within an inch of them
You can teach me French,
the unflawed, authentic, awe-vintage immersion version
as in
“How does1 say ‘Deeper’ in French?”




© By l0nnieugene On 4/29/2007 2:21:46 PM
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