h2>Dating : Poetry From Back In The Day — ”Just Chillin’ ”
So here’s another ditty of a piece . . . a fun piece. I came up with this one in a personal challenge to myself to end each line/stanza with a particular sound. I chose “-in’”. This piece . . . this ‘story’ is what I came up with. Reading it now after all these years still makes me chuckle. I hope you enjoy it too . . .
Just . . . just . . . chillin’ . . .
Through the club I’m millin’
The music is just a swingin’
And along with it I’m croonin’
Inhale . . . exhale. . . . take the ambiance in
All around I’m scopin’
To catch a glimpse of those who’s lookin’
Their fancy I be catchin’
It ain’t nothin’ . . .
Cause for one particular encounter I’m hopin’
I’m lookin’ . . . I’m peepin’
Don’ wanna miss her when she comes in . . .
‘Fore some transfixed brother swoops in
And then she goes missin’ . . .
Nope ain’t no way that’s happenin’ . . .
Sharp intake . . . Mini heart attack happenin’
Catch a glimpse a her makin’ her way in.
Just look at the way she floats in . . .
Just look at the way she glides in . . .
So smooth the way she’s movin . . .
Don’t bump no one or nuthin . . .!
Coastin’ by all obstacles surroundin’ . . .
Whoa! Ain’t she somethin’ . . .?
Anxiously my heart’s a pumpin’
Closer to her I’m movin’ . . .
Oh there She go smilin’ . . .!
Finally it’s me that she’s seein’
Damn she has me meltin’ . . .!
The radiation from her gazin’
The UV rays from the eyes as they twinklin’
The warmth from her smilin’
Internal, thermal meltdown happenin’
She straight up nuclear bombin’!
Now each other we facin’
Towards her, into her she’s pullin’
Me so we can commence huggin’
Givin’ her some suga; part a tha greetin’
Locked together we swayin . . . swayin . . .
Goosebumps are busy paradin’
All over me . . . I’m slightly shiverin’
We draw back hands holdin’
Can’t say nothin’ . . .
“Hey . . . how you doin?’”
“I’m just . . . just chillin’”
“Place wasn’t too difficult findin’?”
“Naw I just was A-Trainin’ an”
“Got out, came up and in front of here was standin’”
. . . and we’s commencin’ to breakin’
The ice with a little small talkin’
Slowly my eyes are trailin . . .
Down your . . . no disrespectin’ happenin’
Just that . . . the way she’s talkin’ . . .
Her slight feminine gesticulatin’ . . .
It’s like a metaphysical Carneggie Hall hummin’
Especially performin’
For my soul’s listenin’ . . .
To your radio station I’m tunin’ in . . .
So your natural music will take me parallel dimension travelin’!
Your lips are sumptuous beacons emittin’
Frequencies on levels that are transfixin’ . . .
No wonder my eyes are trailin’
Down your face . . . to see your lips movin’
Hypnotizin’ . . . torturin’ . . .
Me . . . So juicy, plump . . . just wanna suck them in . . .
Damn . . . I’m dozin’ . . . day dreamin’ . . .
Gotta be movin’ or changin’ . . .
Activity soon . . . might lean over, do somethin’
Surprisin’ . . . her, showin’. . . her how much I been hungerin’ . . .
For her . . . Air conditionin’s kickin’ . . .
Still perspiration’s a beadin’
On my forehead; I’m slightly shinin’.
Relief fans me as we start walkin’
Around still talkin’, we’s noticin’
How some folks is dancin’ . . . quakin’
Shakin’ that thing they Momma done given . . .!
She suggests we show ‘em exactly how they should be partyin’
“Some a these cats can’t dance for nuthin’!”
Is what I’m sayin . . . agreein’
So we start groovin’ . . . groovin’ . . .
Like on Sunday afternoons in . . .
I’m interrupted from my contemplatin’
She looks through me and starts movin’ in . . .
Closer . . . closer . . . my eyes to hers are locked in . . .
Whatever it was she had planin’
It was no use resistin’
Whatever she wanted I was willin’
To do . . . so hip together we was movin’
Hand firmly on my ass she held me in.
Straight into me she was starin’
She’s killin’ me with her ‘polyentendric’ smilin’
On so many levels she was sayin’ somethin’
Her eyes, body movements did all the talkin’
All that subliminal hintin’ . . .
I was sooo feelin’ . . .!
So I wrapped her up in
My arms . . . Damn she smellin’
So good . . .! I start envishionin’
How much I’d love to be eatin’
Her . . .er . . . no disrespectin’ happenin’
I was just thinkin’ . . .
That if vampires were existin’
And I was one, my fangs would be extendin’
Right now . . . like the other parts that I’m feelin’
Growin’ bulgin’ achin . . .
To get out and do some damage . . . I’m digressin’
Ahhm . . . oh yes . . . I was mentionin’
My teeth growin’
I’d be straight up sinkin’
My teeth into her, drinkin’
Her up . . . she’s so delicious tastin’
None a her I’d be wastin’ . . .
Her whole body I’d be consumin’
All over her I’d be lickin’
Her . . . er . . . no disrespectin’ happenin’ . . .
Again . . . I’m just daydreamin’
On a fantasy bliss I’m set a driftin’
Damn . . . who am I kiddin’ . . .
No use ignorin’, resistin’
My intentions to give her affection, good lovin’
In my head Marvin Gaye’s singin’
About getting’ that feelin’ and a whole lot of sexual healin’
No matter the outcome that’s where I’m goin’
Can’t know nothin’ if you ain’t tryin’ . . . somethin’
So . . . her face to mine I’m liftin’ . . .
My lips to hers I’m lowerin’
And together we’re pressin’
Them . . . I knew that she be wantin’
Me . . . cause she ain’t pullin’
Away from me . . . no resistin’
In her frame I’m feelin’ . . .
And my stare she’s holdin’
Steady . . . Sparks fly shockin’
Me . . . as our lips start touchin’.
Eyes start closin’ . . .
As our tongues start tangoin’ . . .
Salsain’, waltzin’, hip-hoppin’, . . .
We straight up lip-lock dancin’
Alternate cat and mouse roles we playin’
As our tongues each other is chasin’
Our heads rock side to side, slowly . . . syncopated tick-tockin’
Her hands are runnin’
Through my knaps . . . as she’s attackin’
My lips and tongue . . . seems like this is what we both been wantin’
Such a long time comin’ . . .
I don’t care who’s starin’ . . .!
Maybe they ain’t never seen nobody kissin’
Like this . . . maybe they wishin
That my position they was in.
Now . . . our lungs start achin’, cavin’ in, whinin’
Mad cause we forgot about feedin’
Them with oxygen . . . so passion’s locks are openin’
And knowin’, promisin’ looks we exchangin’
And we fall into each other, just holdin’ . . .
Each other . . . just simply holdin’
On while nerves, emotions are buzzin’
In our ears . . . composin’
Mental, effervescent sheet music that only we be hearin’ . . .
Intoxicated by pheromone booze swappin’
A few more shots we throwin’
Back . . . how am I doin’ . . .?
I’m just . . . just . . . chillin’ . . .!
(C) 1/30/2001
