Speak up...

I got what u need in the palms of my hands.. But u gotta gimme what I want before I can open up to the complicit demands. Dig in to this gender touching of awareness n tenderise it's relativity of showing some luv. The cost of time is an expression on emotions sway that flutters within breaths that escape. I have what most me don't posses on reserve n it's waiting to play to the sinkin in of exchangin names. Come up outta ur bag of tricks n put it on me like I've never felt a womans want. That desire to have what would change life in its own jus to hold words in a caring sense of blunt. I got the vibe flowing with the bars in my heart callin whisperin chants that sounds as if my mouth forms the existence of u. Comin from the crowd as stepping forward n away from the rest is presence bein known put to use. Don't tell me what ur gonna do with me for words have many different interchangeable meanings. Come along n I'll show u purpose standin still done with the Bs of dreaming. Come get u some if u got it in u to speak up n be heard. That is if u can calm down n realize not all men wanna pluck ur fuckin nerves. I got u right here with my heart, third leg, mind n body at ur service. Laid at the tips of ur toes with no need in bein nervous. I acquire that thought u can't drag outta ur head right here placed in plain sight. It's ur call if u wanna be the one able n willin to kiss it g'night...