More than a Jones/
That runs through my bones/
Conquors these moans/
My body is owned/
All said by your tone/
My body condones/
What we do alone/
No pleasure could clone/
The thrill from your Jones/

Separation begins to amplify/
The need nothing can pacify/
Lonevity causes it to intesify/
The need fro you to electrify/
Bodily pleasure you gratify/
No need for us to purify/
'Cause with every touch you amplify/
The thrill from your Jones/


This was jus me messin around but I thought it was kinda different so I posted, lemmie know what ya think

Diggin this ...
I was gettin a freakness from this,
much props ...

Sleepers wake up, damnz!!

Keep it real,

~1~

make a ni66a think . j/p but anyways it was tight as always keep writin and hook me up on my poems. 1luv