rizzyblack Poetry (2)

Who is not missing you
The one that you make love to
the one that you let can carress your neck
and kiss your shoulders
Watch you grow older
Placing a candle on your cake
who can take a moment of your time
schedule a meeting place and find you waiting there with a smile
Who gets to compliment your style
Who is sharing your runway of life
Who will call you his wife
Who makes up excuses to steal away from family and friends
just for more time to spead with you alone
who can call you his own
Who is not missing you
like I Do

RizzyBlack

She makes me thirsty
Like the egyption desert
or vegas deep in the summer time
My mind yearns for the coolness of her sublime
the water falls that drips from her hips
She makes me thirty
like the feeling after a 10 mile run
or the rays of the mid-day sun
i burn like the african sand
I live to to cup my hands
and drink from the well of her sweetness
until my toungue is well supplied
or her knees beggs to run and hide
I will continue to pursue
Because she makes me thirsty