KHALILAH YASMIN©

“Number One”
Khalilah Yasmin 2008 ©
I like that you’re watching me, I like that you care,
I like that when I show up you’re the first one to notice I’m there.
You miss me when I’m gone, and ask where I’m at,
you wonder where I live, what I drive, imagine all of that.
I like that you know what I wore last you saw me,
how you know every detail, as if you are in awe of me,
Yet you point out every flaw of me, …
even those that you think that you see.

I see you watching me, so I perform nicely,
you think I’m naive, but bitch I can be fiesty.
You pretend you’re my fan, to keep up with my moves,
you’re in line to fuck all my previous screws…

Yes you, you made fun of me then you imitated what you saw,
You were afraid to admit you were in love with me, how sweet,… aww!
Don’t ask anyone about me, I’m your first source of information,
You want everything I had and am, use your imagination.
I see you watching me, though I pretend that I don’t.
You’re want to confront me, but don’t worry you won’t.

So I offer you my hand me downs, to keep you in satisfaction,
it’s too bad no one likes you beyond physical attraction.
I’m giving you my long dress, for you to shorten for attention,
Here’s my blouse that I know you’ll be re-stitching.
You work so hard for what I do with ease,
I pity you, and the life that you tease.

You don’t have a name, but deep down you think I’m greater,
I’m proud to announce you as my number one hater!

“ I MIGHT BE” K.Yasmin ©

So I MIGHT< get butterflies when you look in my eyes, My body may start to quiver, when you reach for my thighs.

And you may be able to read my mind, and turn on my switch,

as you make my insides cream and my subconscious twitch.

You’ve got me playing slow songs, and writing poetry,

I feel so many things when you look at me.

So I MIGHT< feel something I’m afraid to admit to you,

Ironically , In the midst of everything, I’m going thru.

And you may be able to get the best part I have to give,

because when I’m with you, I’m free to just LIVE.

You’ve got me feeling something I didn’t know could exist,

after everything I’ve had, I see what I’ve missed.

SO I MIGHT< not be able to be as vague as I like,

instead I want to approach your stage and grab the mic.

And you may have something that which I’ve become addict,

For when I’m not with you, my mind and body in panic.

I feel so many things when you look at me,

playing slow songs and writing poetry.

You’ve been lead thru the door, and given a key..

I don’t know what this is, But I think I MIGHT BE.

“If you miss me”

“From Bass to Soprano” Copyright 2004

From My Published Book “Esoteric Calligraphy-The Art Of Beautiful Writing, Understood only by Few”

I steadily watched as he musically played,

I followed his lips as he stood on the stage.

I know he read my mind, when he saw my eyes

my momentary composure I had to compromise.

As he slid his fingers gently across each key;

My subconscious mind asked him,

“would u do that to me?”

Would U, could u, would that be wrong,

can U please let my body write u a song?

Would u put your lips in places that I cannot reach,

Would u make your tongue flutter, and stutter my speech?

I sat in the crowd, “I tried” not to stare,

but I couldn’t help but imagine him bare,

stark naked, with none of his clothes,

I wanted to be the note that he hit

And the brass that he blows.

I wanted to touch his chest and lay in his bed,

I need him to whisper to my thighs and me to grab his head.

I’d like him to move me with his creative precision,

Take me from BASS to Soprano with just one incision!