VernaculHER Soul

....And she said....

My lines were straight and narrow no need to explain.

My words singing like a sparrow after a morning rain.

I'm Sayin....Things that make her forget her name...

Her place...

In this hectic space we call life , make her question the invite

Because if i whisper in her ear she might...........

....And she said....

My name tasted sweeter than a candy apple rolling off her lips.

As she bit into each adjective, her heart would grab and pull the kid...

I misty brush with positive..ad libs,

A smooth caress with paragraph verbiage.

I cant believe I heard this!

Absurd is the cavity my words give!

....And THEN she said....

My speech put her to sleep.... deep in wet sheets

and if my uncertainty caused me to repeat....

Her mind was unable to stop the leaking, the toes curling,

The eyes rolled back and blinking.

The satin patch hot and seeping....

With the essence of her souls presence.

An "Out of Body" experience i guess....

I'll get my answer starting with this mic check....

So I SAID....

I am VernaculHERsoul....

I am the source of wet panties across the globe,

For stories I've told, vision of poles I've rode, hoes Ive chose..

And heads I've blown.

My delivery makes you remember vividly time with and without me.

When my words were you sheets,

My lips envisioned on your body,

My hands imprisoned while you call me....Louder.

I guess what makes this tongue so deep...

Is the facts engraved on each sheet.

The acts i gave repeatedly that can't help but foresee...

No matter daydream or midnight sleep....

My mouths already wet.. It needs YOU to be sleek.

I AM VernaculHER Soul!

Nouns, verbs, words told...

With the sole purpose of sheet folds, silent "no" 's .

Orgasms I propose ... and Promise EVERY time.

Just rewind what i said... and get lost in my lines.......