FloetiC Entity

Portuguese Love (Interlude)

How is it that I am able to speak to a crowd of thousands? Yet become so lost in translation when speaking to you...

How is that I can freestyle my fullest thoughts inhibited by transgressions?

Yet to express myself to you I am speechless...

Why is it when I am inches away from you?

I feel the distances of 100 miles to experience your true touch...

Why is it for the purity in wanting to feed you my thoughts?

I hunger of but at its basis a kiss from the lips that inspire me...

How is it that, as a picture is worth a thousand words?

You with one look and a smile

Have given me a thousand canvases to create my art... 

Portuguese Love 

Mind My Addiction Part 2

When I woke up I realized I was not in her bedroom

But that she was in the bed of the room I created in my mind.

That is how I woke up with the sweet taste of her on my mouth That is how I woke up with her smell on me...

That is how I woke up clearer than ever before...

Not because I was inside of her at that moment

For it would not be possible with her hundreds of miles away

But it was she who was inside of me consuming

Me making my body conform to the addiction of her.

Café’ Brazil

We are in a Café’ in Brazil called Café’ Brazil And it is Latin night every night….

I have on a sleek blue suit and you have on a seductive red dress

The way we are styling it is too easy to impress… 

We are normally enemies thru the eyes of those seeing these colors from afar But tonight we work together like the lights on a cop car…

The music is loud but not wrenching and the singer has just the right flow Before the music takes over the mood starts to show…

The next song comes on as you enter the floor and see me at the bar……