[Lyric] Typical S. (Sage Jallow)

While I'm Building Towers and a Connection with her at the back of a Jazz Scene,
Smoke Lingering, She's Wanting to hear a Story From Me
Thoughts Floating dispelling strains and
Concepts of a Forgotten Piece,
While I Play Prometheus and pass the fire
To the East to Start of The Symphony

Now, Set a Relationship Between Pen and Pad,
Foreplay of Abstract display that make the Pad Blush from the Writer's Gaze,
In any Case, Pen Pushes to Penetrate thoughts entangled from the Writer's Days,
Massaging Joints That ejaculate inspiration From the Pen's Phase.
Its the Idiosyncratic patterns of what is meant to be a poem
that leaves the Pad Yearning for an Adventure with the Pen that leaves it Open.

Eyes Elevated, asking if she was the Pad?
I told her Nah, But if you Understood that,... then an experience can be had,
And You May Just be a Muse to another Piece In mind,
"And What's That?"
'A Presentation of Physical Passion that's Poetry Inclined,
With Mature Perspective that Sows Seeds Beyond Our Current Bump n Grind, that Harvest's whatever In Due Time.'
'Too Much?' I asked
"Not Even", She Smirked, "Its the Placement that sets you apart from the Rest"
I tell Her i Do Digress, Cuz its all relative,
if it wasn't I would've drowned with my Crabby Penmanship.
Its The Sweet Scent Of Sentiments or
The Sweet Sound Of Seduction that had this Connection going,
She said she like where her mind was heading,
Contacts exchanged and I said I'm enjoying the mutual pairing.
She Asked "is this how you Play the Game?"
Told her nah, My Speech may change but Execution's One and the Same..
Now Because of The Lingering Smoke and its Gripped on My short Term Memory,
For The Life of Me, To this Day I can't remember her Name.

© Sage.Jallow. '13