The Conversation

Conversation can be a tool or a weapon
Inflicting wounds or receiving a blessing
Of conversation
Not a second wasted
In good conversation
When your mind is racing and you're stuck on every word
Adjective or verb
It's like you can taste it
Savory yet sweet
Fulfilling a hunger
A desire to eat
Cause a taste won't do
My conversation is all action
These verbs are meant to be acted
And these adjectives felt
Tantalizing tangible descriptions
That will make you melt
Like chocolate on an August day
Mind sex with words as foreplay
These braingasms
The way your voice is sounding
Got a millions thoughts crashing in my head like waves pounding
I feel the water rush surrounding
Like the thoughts in your head
Rising up and I'm drowning
Like a dam that burst
Conversation going deep to quench my thirst
Having this conversation with you is a first
Using it as my tool
Get ya lips wet
Cuz imma make drool
Sweet erotic melody
Senses are tingling
Got me feeling the heat
Like 12 on a felony
Using my words as a drill
I know you like the feel
You got mad appeal
Cut the conversation let's close the deal
You're right and I'm ready tonight
But more than words I gotta fight
Want you in my sight
But I know it ain't right
What you mean
I'm on your team
We both got the same dream
You got me like a fiend
Well I need to look at the weapon
A different perspective
From conversations turned to wounds
I've tried to learn a lesson
What now you start confessing
After all that shit you been texting
Your mind's already gone
Now you need to bring it on
I must admit I'm not that strong
Even though I know that it's all wrong
You still turn me on
Think I need to end my song
Damn wish I'd known all along
But if your past won't let me in
How can you begin again
Stuck in that zone called friend
I hear ya but I think it needs to stop
I've learned desire and lust
Can't take the place of openness and trust
Don't wanna quit but I must
Leave fantasy in the dust
I think you on that bullshit
But that's if that's what you want I’ll quit
If you ain't down
I'll turn around
I'll reminisce on your words
But if my heart you were to steal
even though it's a thrill
Some wounds never heal
Choose your conversations carefully
Sometimes words destroy and kill