i need a poem.....

i need a poem....
i need a poem that will see me when i am walking down the street and just want to stop...and come back just to tell me that it wants to get to know me.
yes... a poem
i need a poem that will express itself, giving me the sense of urgency to just listen;
speaking as though it has a passion to make sure that no detail is missing
i need a poem
i need a poem that will be as into me as i am into it.
spitting game at me with the reterick of a seductress, the only difference is, there is no bullshit.
Go ahead, i give you permission to mind fuck me........ make me wanna just melt like a little bitch
wrap me up with lyrics that will give me that ultimate erection from your dialect, and keep me that way until it hits that vein connected to my head making me so dumb founded, and that other vein to my feet will not want to do nothing but just....... sssshhhhhake.
to make the very conditioning of my loins just want to burst out with an eruption of mental stimulation

yea.... just a poem

i need a poem that will take the stress off of me so that i will not have to worry about making you continually intrigued with me, but have some of that come my way also.
Hell i need my ego massaged every once in a  while.
make me feel like a man and not a slave of ........ your beauty and sweet smell that will later turn me the hell off anyway.......
a poem is suppose to go both ways, and not only, i need, i need, i need. but what about, what can i do for you.
it is not always about you poem, but i need to be spoken to.
 i need to be ministered to,
 i may not WANT to be where you want me to be, i may need you to be where i am for a change.
don't judge me, at least give me the damn benefit of doubt, to hear what my heart has to say
i need a poem... to speak to me, not at me,
i need a poem that has placed the past where it is, in the rear view, but give me hope for the future.
i need to be able to breathe, with a poem of life, one that will set me free, allow me to be free, and allow me to know what it is to be me and to live...... free.....
it is said that when the soul feels like it is not free, it rebels.
so would you please give me a love, wait i meant a poem..... that is specially created... spoken...written.... for me
please..........

"xpressurself"