SIlK 'N' SATIN

Silk and satin blended into a matrix of interacting action far past the passion lay languishing in the satisfaction that the language of the laughter should speak of ever after and not the thrashing of the writing on the wall can't you hear Jah call it's like a deep-throated echo in the whisper of a widow shadow darkness speaks like demons let I in speak to I of whispers concentrated sounds concentrating on the way language wraps around the tongue returning to where it first begun to whisper

Evil rendered the whisper stiffer often impolite yet who cares about right in this facility tonight bring up this conversation and you'll scarcely remember the strange sensation that wrapped around your airways stairways to the bitter places where you could barely taste the escaping whisper go ahead and dip her voice in sexy chocolate dark or white with a pinch of spice to savor the aroma of distancing yourself from Zion for a moment an omen of ingratitude the consequence of rude violent whispers staining the satin sheets gives I and I the creeps to think I'd ever romance this strange lightning flash as if something born of storm could ever calm BlackFire’s soul

I questing soul will ever wander 'til I release
what would pull I under
from I will