A poem Of Trance (feel fine)

A POEM OF TRANCE

( FEEL FINE)



WHEN IM SO CALM AND SMOOTH,

NOT SHAKEN OR STIRRED/

NOT WORRIED OR HURT/

THERES MUSIC TO LISTEN TO,

BUT THERES WORDS THAT NEEDS TO BE HEARD/

WHEN YOU WRITE SMOOTH AND SLOW ON THE LINES/

YOUR FAVORITE PEN WILL DRIP INK AND GO ACROSS THE PAPER WITH A NICE GLIDE/

AND WHEN YOU GIVE THAT A TRY/

YOU MUST NOT ONLY FEEL ALL RIGHT/

BUT FEEL FINE/FEELING FINE/WHEN YOUR FEELING FINE/THEN THATS WHEN IM FEELING SO FINE,

JUST GIVE MY POEM A CHANCE,

SO I CAN FEEL FINE,

WRITTING DOWN A POEM OF TRANCE....



tell me missy,

can you recall the days,

when you used to spare your moments

in all of your crazy ways,

forgetting about all of the painful

and hazy days,

getting rid of all of your hateful

and lazy ways,

spreading your arms out all the way,

spinning on your happy feet,

around and round,

with your dazzling sexy smile

facing the sky and clouds,

till you got dizzy and fell in the grass,

and laughed?



you must have been feeling fine,

just give my poem a chance,

so i can feel fine,

writing down a poem of trance,



you must be feeling all alone,

looking so good and ready,

but you have no 1-2 be with

or no 1-2 hold,

you can recall how bad it was in the cold......



tell me, mister,

when was the last time you was her

umbrella or her winter scarf?

when was the last time finding love in just 5 hours was so hard?

tell me mister,

when was the last time she had glittering pupils and irises that

made your eyes give off sparks?

when was the last time that you and her spoke on the phone,

that every time she hears your voice,

she makes a horny choice?

everytime you came to her home,

she was always whispering your name into a loud noise,

overjoyed,

satisfied,

electrified,

love was not expected to come again,

because she has taken you as her own,

and now through any despair,

she is finally yours to hold,



you must be feeling fine,

just give my poem a chance,

so i can feel fine

writing down a poem of trance



tell me mister,

can you recall sitting in a stool chair at the club?



by yourself?



you seen a fine lady in red,

a fine lady sexy in pink,

or her outfit sensually touching other

colors with her baby blue,

but shes looking at you...



you can feel the bass in the air,

pumping as you sip on your drink in your chair....



as you can see, shes wild by herself,

catching her breath like shes trying to yell....



her waving arms with her snapping fingers are flying in the air,

you cant see her eyes,

cause they are blocked by the lashing, swiveling and swinging of her long silky fine hair.....



feeling alone by yourself and feeling so bored,

is the reason why the made the glitter ball and the dance floor....



her hips, her thighs, her breasts,

her booty are shakin',

her tongue wiping her glossed lips,

are beggin',

her body is not fakin',

dont be mistaken,

cause shes calling you with both of her index fingers......



go to her so,

she can hold on to your head as she dances,

flow with her,

so she can share her body as she prances...



so she can try to rip open your shirt,

so her nose can find the passion that burns,

clawing you,

holding you,

her mind is calling for you,

the black lights are falling on you,

her eyes are talking to you...



her nose,

smelling you,

loud and clear,

around on your ears,

around on your neck,

down to your chest,

down to the south of your border,

and below your knees,

till her butt touches your feet....



you should be feeling fine,

for hours and hours,

let her hypnotize you with her eyes,

so you can be stuck

frozen and numb,

you cant stop having fun,

until the strange music stops,

cause the strange music induced you to act in a strange way

so you can feel fine....



WHEN IM SO CALM AND SMOOTH,

NOT SHAKEN OR STIRRED/

NOT WORRIED OR HURT/

THERES MUSIC TO LISTEN TO,

BUT THERES WORDS THAT NEEDS TO BE HEARD/

WHEN YOU WRITE SMOOTH AND SLOW ON THE LINES/

YOUR FAVORITE PEN WILL DRIP INK AND GO ACROSS THE PAPER WITH A NICE GLIDE/

AND WHEN YOU GIVE THAT A TRY/

YOU MUST NOT ONLY FEEL ALL RIGHT/

BUT FEEL FINE/FEELING FINE/WHEN YOUR FEELING FINE/THEN THATS WHEN IM FEELING SO FINE,

JUST GIVE MY POEM A CHANCE,

SO I CAN FEEL FINE,

WRITTING DOWN A POEM OF TRANCE....



FEEL FINE.....



ZENAS/SCYTHE©2007