Check the mic
As i check the life
Checkmate the wife
Is safe and in place
covered by the bishop
Worship my dark spots of defense
Men like us tend to double jump on the first move
But my first grove will be light kisses on your temple
Light kisses on your soul
Followed by light kisses on your lips
And then light kisses on your lips.....
Check Mate
The king is overwhelmed by her army
Her two rooks and
Row of pawns in a V-shaped flank
Make for blitzkrieg
Sucking like infants....misfed
The king starts therapeutic kneads
On the queen's bosom
I placed words along her tornado valley
And make tongue twisters
Check Mate
I speak to the opening
I've made contact with the 4th kind
Your lips and I make conversation
Engrossed with mostly mumbled noises
My mouth becomes woman's best friend
I open your mine and dig for diamonds....
Check Mate
Charismatic breathing
Like heathens desparately seeking divinity
My thought wouldn't begin to be
Scrape or scratch the surface
Of mild, tame and serene
I am an animal amongst the wetmarsh
I step through the saturate with great adulation
Speakerbox
I speak into the box
Chess pieces call for jesus
When the walls and them
Meet us
My tongue and me
Checkmate...
Written by Point_Of_View