Green Eyes

Green Eyes
A pair of green eyes wouldn’t stop gazing at me during a poetic read
He was sexy on the surface, physically ripped, my type indeed
 
Every word I spoke of my heartbreak he caught on to every word
How did I come to notice him anyway in this large crowd, quite absurd?
 
After the read, he introduced himself to me and I was in awe
His smell was so intoxicating, like fine wine to my lips
 
Two days later I got a private message from no other than green eyes
Letting me know he is inspired by my spoken word, hmmm no surprise
 
Poetry reading at the lyric café brought out my nympho expressions
I was not there to be a saint or give any good impressions
 
I was in a euphoric rage and I wanted the crowd to feel my sexual energy
Upon seeing green eyes again, He needed to embrace my synergy
 
Road head was the piece I spit hard on the stage
Sucking sensually on a banana had the men letting their rods out their cage
 
Green eyes had sweat streaming down his face
My overall presentation was affective, hell I am straight laced
 
After I finished my piece, the dudes when in to uproar
My shit was bad and this horny crowd wanted more
 
The next read was 2 a.m. and I am theatrical as hell
More spitting about giving head, more jeans start to swell
 
Ole green eyes was predictable he was filled with desire
Not knowing a chic like me will light his damn fire
 
I got what I wanted sexual energy that was off the charts
Fuck that old poetry about my ole fucked up love and my once broken heart
 
Green eyes is my primary focus now and his energy is felt by me
He winked his eye with thumbs up, a nice pleasantry
 
My spitting was done and who found me? Green eyes of course
Smelling good as hell again, making my cave quite moist
 
Do you remember me? I'm Bo,pleasure to see you once more
Do you know your energy can be felt beyond these bloody doors
 
I have become your number one fan please embrace this
I thought in my mind, lord what a load of shit
 
Stop it I said in my mind, give him a break
What do you have to lose? You possibly have a friend to gain
 
Drinks we had and laughs we shared
His eyes were so piercing,looking deeper I not dare
 
When he saw me spit the first time he was in pain too
He said he saw mine when I expressed I was through
 
The poem that broke him was entitled What Love is Not
He said it touched him deeply and woke up an old spot
 
In him because my words was true that love was not about hurt
He realized he had to love himself more and fuck the fancy skirts
 
He deserved more than what he gave and I understand how he feels
I knew first hand of being dealt a dirty ass deal
 
We departed not before exchanging numbers
From midnight to 6 a.m. we conversed about so much
 
I do not care about the reason we are in each other’s life
It’s nice that we find time to keep up with one another during good or strife
 
He has earned an award of captivation, yet my eyes are open wide
Time will reveal who we both are deep down inside
When I spit at readings, I always look in the audience for Green Eyes
 
 
..dedicated to BO