"Sub Lounge Love" genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	It's love lust thoughts let out.....
	CD: A Train of Events   Label: Omnipresent Records Credits: Poetics by, 8.bliss & Production by, dj Denizen
	Story Behind the Song I love to be in-love. I know that. So I have to remeber to step back naturally in life. Then I can see with clarity. Lyrics I lie in the center of the sun, under clouds of heaven. But poetry on command demands release, of what I cannot cease, from being inside of my being, seeming to be gleaming, out. Out of control, using pen ink as the vehicle, I let what’s viewed as spiritual to come out natural. Existing as I write. The unceased release, the cum that I speak of, is the constant connection of loves permanent infection. A healthy sickness, her perfect thickness, I miss this, when I’m unable to lick this, vision of sweetness. Her skin is never sugarless. And I must have been born hypoglycemic, because I need it. She feeds it, pleases it, teases the unwanted out of it…my soul drips thick for her kiss… So, what is it about me? That routes me? In a direction, towards the illusion of perfection, in personal connection. I get so passionate, that I forget, how to sit, at a distance. The minute, that I see love I get convinced that that vision should be more than a mistress. She fills this, desire higher than I could ever acquire, on my own. She's the queen of my throne. She becomes the vision of what I need. One who will cure all greed, for female companionship. She becomes the ship that dips, deep into the depths of my soul and rolls with the punches, while lighter laughter during lunches keeps me after her. She becomes all that I can see. And why not let that be. Loving energy fills me. So fuck it, its time to devolve and become aquatic. My destiny revolves around swimming the illogic, Love Sea. And I may be, just a guppy. But the love still flows trough me powerfully questioning my destiny. Is that the girl who's meant for me? Solo thoughts once inside out are now outside in. In control, rolled over, overwhelmed by love’s unconventional, inspirational, and constantly respectful infection, a connection. Eyes connect only two weeks prior and desire sets in. Inward thought brought a future sought by both. Our eyes again meet. Out heart beats beat in melodic harmony, they permanently lock, rock back and forth cradling the birth of our love on the limb of respect and understanding, Demanding communication to remain standing, our relationship tips the scale equal. We kiss and its sequel may be the remainder of our existence, feeling no resistance, we persistently speak with our eyes and my mind finds me to be hearing all communication clearly. We speak in tongues, with flesh, breath, and mind. All bind us to each other. Smothered by the love of us we constantly lust for the next minute spent together. Whether priceless time blows like wind, or is used to fuel our love by disregarding societies conventions. Retention of our shared moments is what’s truly priceless. So, I could cease to fight this. The truth is once we met we spent every possible moment together. So I asked her to verify, to clarify, what she has already told me using channel me, what I’ve seen in her eyes what I’ve herd in her mind, and what I’ve felt by her sensual sexual expression, a progression which has been working together to teach me loves linkage lesson. Embracing the birth of our beginning, winning the possible title of we. Today I finally asked her. Today I finally asked her…do you love me? She said that she did, but I don't know, if I believe her. I put my bid, on the fact that, I may have deceived her. Unintentionally, cause I forgot to mention to she, that I get confused while not wanting to loose, the feeling, off my shell I be peeling, revealing exactly how I feel, but that doesn't make it real, in every moment. Its just an exploration by this poet, who gets passionate and the words tend to show it. Yes the love is real and I love to feel, that emotion, but I’m having trouble believing one particular notion. That she’s the one for me, so I felt uncomfortable saying it to she. Yes, we've had some amazing times but I still find the need to confer, with myself and her, the fact that, I’m not ready to be her’s. She doesn't even know me. And I really don't know her; it's only been two weeks. The whole thing is a big passionate blur.

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