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Niggas done hollered about Miss New Booty,
What they know about a girl that been puttin in work, yours and her duty.
She throws off an aura that lets a nigga know when he get it he damn sure blessed,
him frontin with a ring and her name on his chest.
Not a wanna be, but the one that's gonna tell u how its gon be...
pulling rank from his drawers on her way to the bank.
Every time he calls her name it's like the first time...
She thinking "yeah he gonna get his right after I get mine!!"
No, she aint no part time chick!
She smiling at bitches knowing it's her dick...
Will he cross the line? He might just try...
but he should know better by the look in her eyes.
He know if he cross her, he damn sure lost her...
She aint gotta be a gangsta bitch, she on it keeping hers discreet...
but if shit gets thick, she hittin the streets.
Ain't nothing like a chick that got book knowledge and street smarts,
In the eye of survival that's an art.
Check her...an attitude and a job...
with a demeanor that says if the bills dont get paid...Peter and Paul gettin robbed!
Chicks hate her but they are afraid to approach...
riding first class on their niggas' dime...while they're riding coach.
Versatility being her middle name...she can do classy or straight bitch
she always in mode so it aint no real switch.
You got muthafuckas askin who is she...you know the face but you can't name her...
And that's just as well...cuz some hatin ass bitch, waitin in the cut, ready to defame her.
Every time you see her, her man walking two steps behind...
Got him trained like a muslim just from the snap in her spine.
Oh yeah, sexy love...NEYO said it best
It's her "get like me" swagga that sets her out from the rest.
No stress...she will tell u fuck it, quick!
She laughing at yo ass cuz the more niggas that don't like her...the more she loves it!!

Dream Girl

Unable to awake...I accept her image in my dreams
Skeptical of her reflection of perfection or so it seems
More vivid now...she walks with a spotlight...that hasn't managed to dim yet
My eyes close purposely...only to remain acquainted with her silhouette
Abnormality best describes my almost sudden fascination
Artistically drawn to her…way beyond....a senseless infatuation
There's no malice in her mind…yet and still…I practice caution
I'm the interpreter of her kind….but her translation’s what I'm lost in
Her movements are encrypted, her destination I try to decipher
She walks as if it’s scripted…yet in a movie…there’s no one like her
Her intricateness…matched by my intrigue…keeps me happily distraught
Similar to a righteous preacher, surrounded by evil, yet tempting thoughts

Feelings of guilt, as I ponder on the sexual exploits, I’ve imagined
Her fruits…my labor…equaling a work out we both couldn’t fathom
A technician with my hands…I’m able to use them…but "What For"
A surgeon with my tongue….her body…I want to restore
As her body concurs…her feline would purr…into a climactic peak
Diverse positions…reassuring that each orgasm…remains unique
A melodic whimper, the only disparity, between me pleasuring to killing her
Her every exertion would be as Syncere, as me concluding a letter with my signature
Wounds of passion not easily healed…only time could be her remedy
Richter would measure her aftershock to encourage that she’s still feeling me
Residing deep within her median....becoming the basis of my theme
Submerging myself….as I lifeguard us from her delicate saturated dream

Frozen in front of our likeness…as I blindly retort my personal soliloquy
Rehearsing her every detail…of our past encounter way more specifically
A glide with every stride…revealing her dedication to elegance
No exaggeration in her movements…as if they were measured by relevance
Her milk chocolate complexion….complements her satin brown eyes
Her warm touch…being as soft as the southern accent she denies
The sweet potency in her scent…a slight puckering of lips
Brings forth a look, that would imply that she’s preparing for a kiss
My only regret is when she leaves…because her figure is beyond pure
All the while….hoping that she looks back…as my eyes beg for an encore
Her intellect….priceless….her demeanor…almost majestic
From her head down to her toes….she’s genetically poetic

Effortlessly genuine…I pray that I do not play victim to a fallacy
From first impressions, she’s displayed nothing more than an absolute perfect analogy
I’m that key to her lock…..she’s an hourglass to my time
Most men would try stealing her heart….I’d rather give her mine
I am the juror in her courtship…..she lays witness to my testament
I am her over polished truth….she is my embellishment
Shooting for the stars…I am entranced within a dream world
Eternally aiming for her….until I attain my perfect dream girl - Syncere

Death of Me

This poem is actually the first of a trilogy…part 2 and 3…should follow in the near future…enjoy!!!

Every time she call...I'm more than ready and I'm willing....to drive out of my way...jus for some sexing and some chillin....might have a heart-to-heart...but more than likely its jus kissing...I wonder when I leave...if I'm the only man she's missin...but yet and still...when I'm wit her I find myself wanting nobody else....like no one else exists...except for her....and me myself.....tell her I'm different....than previous niggas with whom she's felt...won't show her cards...but her actions reflect what she was dealt…....wanted to hold her...console her...show her....I was there to help....as if in vain...I find myself speaking just for my health….wants to believe it...she couldn't perceive it...and chose the lesser...though respectable...she looked at me skeptical....like I was tryin....to test her.....like everything that I done...up until that point....was jus for me to get some…up until that point….to prove my point...when we were alone...I barely touched her...misunderstanding...she kept demanding...that I should fuck her…..she doesn’t know…it took everything for me to think logical….wanted to bend her body….in every way…humanely possible…and the more I thought about it…the harder it became…those vivid images of her…moaning and screaming my name....me sexing her crazy…to me…was a minimal gain…and in the back of her mind…would she view me the same...but since I didn't...her actions different...her shoulder frozen...never holds her tongue....but for some reason...she's no longer outspoken...she couldn’t fathom….that someone like me would have her so open….not enough affection...she felt neglected...her pride was broken....back on the defense…she vowed… not to let me get closer…before it even began…it was already over…not used to leaving…I tried to reason…. as I approached her…wouldn’t have had more luck…if I was made out of clovers…more than a cutie…more like a beauty…she couldn’t imagine….how I could be alone with her…and still let nothing happen….most niggas would have died at the chance…they would’ve got it crackin…she figures….I'd have to be gay…to display so much inaction….and all I wanted…was for her to see the bigger picture…her beauty…wasn’t the only reason….that I had picked her….and if her only concern….was for somebody to dick her….than she could get out and pick out…any typical nigga…I found that since the beginning…it was real evident…me showing her that I'm different…is really irrelevant…so every time we locked eyes…though I had her attention…it was because of how I looked…she never really listened….and now I wonder if…those questions in her inquisition…was jus for me to show my feelings…releasing retention…and at that moment…her face reflected impurity…..dismissing her age….but her lack of maturity…had proven something…that deep inside…I've already known….jus cause it feels right…doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be left alone….all that I hope…is that who she finds…knows how to treat her…cause obviously…who I am…wasn’t enough to keep her….so used to shallow….she couldn’t swallow…someone much deeper…so with that said…I felt it was better to up and leave her…never together…though in this letter…it seems as such….gave her a kiss and a hug…told “mami”…keep in touch….mad at myself…cuz I never thought that Syn would give in…already knowing the outcome…yet I still tried to win…..and all this time…I wasn’t thinking in my right mind….I'm satisfied with my left…cuz it does jus fine….vowing to never…let another…get the best of me…I swear to God…that this woman will be the…“Death of Me” - Syncere

To Be Continued…..

Another Life

I really didnt plan on postin this poem....i actually wrote this poem for a specific and special someone.....but for the sake of privacy i wont state her name....now this is my first poem in a long time...so dont tax me too much Butta...but feel free to critique it at will


I am unable to find the humor in a situation such as this
As if a letter was written maliciously, yet sealed within a kiss
Not chancing the end result on luck, if so, it would be bad
Witnessing distance invade myself from the greatest love I’ve never had
And more than likely, will never have, the present future seems dense
Not that nothing even matters, it’s just that nothing makes sense
How can something so wrong….happen so right?
And how can something so right, take a wrong turn, in hindsight
Wrong in the sense that I’m left with nothing but an assumption
I assume there comes an end….almost wishing it never began
Cuz only a beginning can encrypt the result with a feelin so enchanted
Deciphering the result to be as desirable, as one tryin to swim the Atlantic

In another life, I wouldn’t look at u like I’ll never be able to again
And my touch wouldn’t feel as if I was holding something within
My kiss wouldn’t be intoxicated with a sense of regret
Maybe than my lips and heaven, could pretend that they’ve actually never met
Ur leaving and our meeting…wouldn’t be branded with a why
The time spent wouldn’t be overshadowed with an inevitable goodbye
These words would never have reason, nor desire, to be scripted
And my thoughts wouldn’t intertwine, to a point where they’re forever twisted
My emotions wouldn't betray me, nor would my feelings show
And my character I would recognize, and my reflection I would know
My voice wouldn't be laced with the smallest hint of discontent
And my eyes would've x-rayed a fallacy of disinterest..to see what u really meant

I imagine in that other life, that everything would've fallen into place
And I could dismiss the fact, that you’ll forever be a dream I'll continue to chase
Truth be told, there is no indication...that I even deserve u in my life
Who am I to still exist, yet be able to live in ur personal paradise
In that other life, us learning each other, would be our only example of a life lesson
And every kiss, would reflect bliss, instead of a list of impossible questions
Like, how long can we lose @ this...b4 we've actually won it
How long can we pretend to do something..b4 we've actually done it
How long can I deny myself the perfect woman, and u, the perfect man
And how far could our current situation go, before it can no longer stand
They're not for me to answer, nor for u to know
But through ourselves, and to ourselves, the answers we both owe
Let it go, I wont....yet move on...I will have to do
Until every option is weighed, and every possibility leads me right back to you

-Syncere