Piano Man

Piano Man
Sing me a tune
Make it slow and heart felt
So that when I close my eyes I can see notes
float
up
towards
the
sky
Lift me up with your song
Brighten my day with your smile
That same smile, old friend, that I've not seen in a while
Whether it be something like the blues
Or even a tad bit jazz
Something to make my toes wiggle
Or that will make me shake my
ass
And if you're feeling rather gracious
Give me good old R&B
I want to snap my fingers to something
Yeah, I know you're feeling me
Piano Man, where's the music
I've got my ears so open and wide
There's something I've been missing
Since I crossed over to the other side
I cannot put my finger on it
Seems like there used to be a new song every day
I suppose I must have been to busy
To sing the songs of yesterday
But now I've got a duet playing in my heart
So I need music for our team
And you know that if you write the music
Then we'll write the song to sing
And I'm just hoping that all's not lost
And that you'll play for me again
It's not too often that I come out to be seen
But I will for an old friend

Copyright ©2007  Attica Lundy

Presidential Suite

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Presidential Suite

I finally made it to the Presidential Suite

On this heavenly bed

Got the richest complimentary chocolate laying on the pillows

I taste it one lick at a time

So bitter, so sweet

A treat I'm sure to keep

I'm told it will melt in my mouth

Not in my hands

But this man

Makes me melt so quickly

I'm watching for a cold front

To blow through

But this heat wave's got me sweatin'

Sweatin' him in the darkness

Sweatin' him in this hour

Sweatin' him sweatin' me

From the bed, floor, counter, and shower

And then back to the bed

As I melt in his mouth

And then in his hands

Until our chocolate lays

It's melted bitter sweetness

On the pillows

On this heavenly bed

Inside of the Presidential Suite

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Worth

 

 

Greatly seen are the material things

Expunged are the essential values that survived

Long ago

Slain by killer eyes who justify worth

By the name brand

And not the power in a firm shaken hand

Not by the sweat on the brow of a hard working man

Impressed by the come up and not the climb up

Settling instead of striving for more

Than the towel that replaces a throw rug on the floor

Copyright ©2007  Attica Lundy

Step Family

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Step Family

 

I took your name and you took all of me

Even though I didn't help harvest your seed

I helped to form our family

And we will raise every he and she

Until they are grown

And no longer in need

Then it will be us

It will be we

I'll pull you up

And you'll carry me

 

Copyright ©2007  Attica Lundy

First Impressions

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First impressions

Is this real?

How can this man know

Exactly how to make me feel

Like, how does he know how to

Hit the spot

Right there

And lord knows I'd been looking

Damn near everywhere

He loves to slow grind

And kiss me from behind (on the lips)

Until I begin to make the sheets rip

And then he gives full kisses that are like poetry or old R&B songs

And looks deep into my eyes

Saying that even though I'm Hpnotiq, he can Hypnotize

Me, and tells me to slow it down to a pulse

He never rushes it

Always takes his time

Does it nice and slow

Makes me lose my mind

But that was just first impressions

Wonder why it never stays so sweet

Cause now that he's got me where he wants me

He ain't trying to keep up the heat

No, now that he's got me in the palms of his hands

He is lazy with the details and the flow

Like he's got somewhere better to go

There is very little foreplay

And licks are only for lubrication

And I can't stand the frustration

And now things are in deliberation

Because I realize that all we had was first impressions

And the good times we shared left behind no representation

No kids, no ring,

No plans for those things

I guess love don't live here no more

So give me the keys back to my door

And the final impression

Will be your behind

Being careful not to let the door hit you where the good Lord split you

Back into the world you go

Never to waste my time anymore.

 

 

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My Favorite Pair

You fit me like my favorite pair of jeans

Fit me like a glove and snuggles close in between

I never get tired of your texture

No matter hot, cold, dry, or stormy weather

Nothing can come between us

No one else can even compare

From the soles of your feet to the tip of your hair

You are my favorite pair

Favorite pair of eyes

Favorite pair of legs

Favorite pair of hands

Favorite pair of ears

Favorite pair of feet

Fits me so right, especially in the seams

Especially on the rear

Especially when you're near

Especially in between

Especially with nothing between

You are my favorite pair of jeans

I love to wear you commando style

And whenever I have to take you off for a while

I am naked in the world

Don't know how to be nothing else but your girl

Couldn't imagine changing brands

You're my throwback

You're my vintage pair

You are to me Jordache with the horse on the pocket

Causing me to smile whenever I see you

Making me realize I'm grown

Keeping me aware that I'm not alone

as long as I have My favorite pair

 

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My Name

My Name

I am a woman

Can you see the curve of my waist?

Doesn't matter if I'm black, white, or blue

You see the softness of my face!

You see the cushion of my breasts

No matter what the cup size

I'm proud cups provide nourishment to children of world

With each breath, don't you see them rise?

Don't call me out of my name

I ain't your dog, your hoe, or your nig

I ain't no bitch or no cunt or no trick

Better recognize who you messin' with

 

Copyright ©2007  Attica Lundy