By AHMAD Y. THOMAS
Date: 18 September 2000
IMMORTAL LOVE REVISED
She stands tall with beauty
She is stack with a build 56,86,36
Yes she is a big girl.
Feeling of such things called lust, color, and aroma.
The AROMA of white owls burning slow.
Slow like a girl being raped, and never being heard as she cries for her savior, her endless feelings of pain.
Pain that everyone feels who lives where she stands.
Like the pain in my heart, that is eating my soul away.
She stands tall in my heart that is why I am attracted to tall women.
She has an enchanting touch on my soul that makes me fall in love with her.
She also has hurt me,
She has killed my friends, sentence them to death by jail, drugs, and disease.
But yet I yarn for her eyes on my soul,
Anticipating her touch that is felt threw my soul that will be for eternity.
Every time I am in her arms she strokes that one spot that brings my man to his ten-inch nature.
She makes me lust for her 180 days a year.
Cause as I love her I hate her,
She is me and I am her.
We stick together like a mother and her last son.
Like a mother duck and her newborns.
But I still ask myself why can't I shake her?
Why can't I fight her love?
Maybe it is because she is my true love.
She is what my heart and soul yarn for.
She is the taste my belly yarns for every time I eat. That must be why I lost weight?
Here I am grown and still unclear of what I want out of life.
Here I am five years separated from her.
Only speaking to her, only kissing her, only feeling her lustful touch on holidays and summer breaks.
She is the definition of me; she is the explanation of why I am who I am.
People say I can't understand you!
But they will never understand me.
They have to share what we have with each other,
They have to be able to feel her as I feel her Immortal Love,
They have to feel her strokes of love on their souls as I feel it on my soul.
I heard a wise man say; (A man can't be complete unless he has his Queen beside him).
For she is the thorn in my side, she has been beside me since I was ten that is when this love affair started.
But I don't wish for her to be my Queen!
For she is the rhythm in my melodies that out cry from my soul.
I've tried to distance myself from this "Jones" but I had to come understand that if I did that then I would be lost.
She is the only woman who truly loves me.
She molded me into the man I am now and what I will become in the future.
She will always be in my heart.
I just ask that she let's one friend live.
For that is my last request of her.
I know asking her for this is hard because she let me go.
If she let's him go she will be losing two of the realist hustlers she ever created.
But that is last wish.
By: Ahmad Y. Thomas
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