This poem is entitled...Why I love the girls I can't see...can't have...and can never be with....

Excuse me...please...what's your name..."Chocolate" queen of the seas...We can get on a "Boat"...and glide over "hydro" waters..all day and all night...Let me twist you like a seductive blunt....your smoke...it burns my eyes...like feelings...stinging my pride...falsely making me cry...first..let me lick you from top...to bottom...and get you moist...and wet all over...let me make you wanna spread out...and getchu open...then..let me fill you up...and when I'm done...I can roll over...and light a jack...but that muthafuka lied to me....his name was really Bob...so...I swallow...and you confuse me...I abuse you...or maybe you just use me...you help make my heart hollow...Like a vast desert land of empti"ness"...like a test....we can have some sweet seductive non- productive "fuck"...like I was told one night during rhymes by a close friend of mines...but then we'll both feel the opposite of zest...I can take you into my domain...and you can be embedded deep in my brain...some times it makes me wonder "who's sane"...Cuz Saddam...although he's a twisted man that's worn the crown of kings....he'll still sin and blend in with that wicked crowd from Gamorah...oops..I might have spelled that wrong...who cares though..this is my song...I'm geeting deep...like sleep...snoring...and y'all say you don't mean to sniff that cocaine...like My Mayor...It makes me wanna crack down on his damn lifesyle...and barry it...instead of marrion it....And y'all say it's an accident when you stain all that strength behind that Nickel and dime money spent crimson squint...damn an accident...It's a tint..that the devil done put U on...and yeah...it leaves you bent..ya forehead sweats...cuz U killed a bottle of Moet...Damn..I'm so deep now...I'm in this verbal hole...see....I got so mad thinking about you sleepwalkers...that I forgot why I even started typing this studied madness...maybe its because many miss...what cannibis...falsely teaches...as your shadow impeaches...ya soul and takes a hold...and kills ya mind like birth control...it makes ya wanna live life rough like brilo...although it seems mellow...and soft like a pillow...Oh...and PS...to my misses out there...who I haven't found yet...my sweet black shadow lookin queen as can be....Can I persuade you....with a sweet masquerade...lay you down...on soft sheets...and make music with you...slip a strong erection in ya midsection...you're my lady...although you're not in my grasp...I see you sometimes..in my dreams...you make my tippy toes tingle...you make me not wanna be single...but I still can't see you... even though ya wear things that are see through...yeah..I'd cry for you...unlike many things...Joe Did see...He told me he didn't wanna be a playa no more...shit...me neither...I think I'd die 4 U....if it came down to it...so let me quit the spit of this verbal seduction...and leave you with this...you read........slowly....at home..right now...wondering if you are who I talk about....e-mail me...and help me keep my mind tranquil...like a breeze...on a shiny black cliff by the sea...under black moonlight... ~~COOP~~

Rest in Peace Soniyyah...I'm still missin you... >;-{