ionnooo..

would you let me lick you with alliteration & tie you up with similes?

give you pain & pleasure with soliloquies until you beg me for release..

I think we can have the ebonic plague solution...

lace me with your lexiconic seed & in 9 months

we can start to raise the revolution.

I already know you're having an affair with words..

but boo,i'm married to it

--loved this.