I Too Blues For Nina
Loves Jones one of the most loved urban romance flicks ever made, but I have a question. Are love poems still appreciated by today’s woman? I’ll be sure to read every comment on this blog. Until then enjoy a little poem I wrote.
I too blues for Nina, even though Nina isn’t her real name
She has a little fame, you can google her
I’m new to her aura, her vibe, and her glow
I know I shouldn’t be talking to this woman
but I’m gonna do it anyway
Sweet conversations over chicken and shrimp
In a loud NY hot spot as I mouth sexy words for her to read off my lips
right before I take a sip of my drink
The drink I’m feeling, as it makes my tongue wet
Maybe one day she can make my tongue wet as I taste her from behind
She is a rose growing in the concrete jungle amid skyscrapers and taxis
moving to the a rhythm of old school loves songs, down the busy path crowded with pedestrians on her way to my heart.
She’s the one sent from the Man above, and I have no plan on blaming this one on the alcohol.
I plan to blame this one on love.
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