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Sweet Canibus

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“Sweet Canibus…”

 

 

The strength of your grip is like a bear hug for dear life… I don’t know if it’s… the way you look, the way you smell, when taking control of the air, with all of your, seducing aromas…
Ok, you got me, And, Yes I’m addicted to the soft touch of your body… I must say… I’ve never seen crystals displayed better, with more names than Chris Cringle while you’re up holding me tight in bad weather… I kiss you, as you light up catching fire, but I began to… suddenly feel  jealousy, because everybody in the room has experienced your pedigree, and you’ve spread so heavily, they’re sexually driven…

 

Loved by many for the respect of the vision… You’ve literally given… As I try formulating a new sentence I’m touched by this extension of, your inner love, don’t be so distant… You’ve clinched my appetite, as we take flight and promised to never land, just hover… As I wrap you in this cover, after breaking you down I noticed that you’re… No longer stick all around, seedless… You seem less confused like there’s a sense of obligation… Even with my occupation, there’s motivation, and my observation of our relation is yet priceless…

 

While I watch you roam among the nights midst and the daily breeze, you continue to stay a blessing, you uncompressed all of the stressing, until I forget what has totally pissed me off… Again you found a way to manage us, my sweet Canibus…
I’m high for your Conversation can we talk…?

 

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel

 

 

“Sweet Canibus…” Is A Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2013, All Rights Reserved.

 

Sponsored By: PBVI Institute

 

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I'm Marvel Saffold, I'm a Witblogger out of Riviera Beach, FL. I'm also a Rapper, many years ago I wasn't aware of the power of literature. Specially my literature, until I started exploiting writing in different format--from music to poetry. Having made that transition--I even surprised myself many of times. The real kicker is I tasted the power prior--in the 9th Grade. I will forever love Ms. Saunders, my English Teacher at William T. Dwyer; because it was then, in her Class that I started mastering writing literature. Years later I'm finally realizing how much of an influence Her Class had in my writing process even in music. I found myself using all that I've learned from Ms. Saunders. I love writing no matter what it is.

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