: : BLUSH ( The Viral Vibe Mix ) : :

[Jy-Obadele]

i blushed a little
then a lot when i realized
he pinned a poem to me
i the romantics romantic
left a little silly at
even the possibility
i blush a little even
at the thought

[Diamondancer]

he blushed
i saw in
one instant when our eyes met
he got the message
he was flattered
and overwhelmed
i dared to share my adoration
anonymous with the room
personal with him
and he blushed
i smiled
the warmth of my cheeks
emanated from my lips
as my mind wondered
on possibilities...

[Omari R. Sankofa]

she blushed
and I felt refined
worthy of her smile
I blushed in kind
content to be the moon
that reflects her sunshine

[Christina]

It was the he
who once made me
BLUSH:
I felt that if his smile
were any brighter
the sun would be jealous,
being the lesser star.

My words were formed
because of him
and at that memory,
I smile at the happenstance/glance
of his welcome into my space.

[Elaine Finley]

Carmel oooozin, lips moistin, loc's gracfully dancin, no.... dwellin
on a streamin neck line......mochca ,chocolate
Flushed........
Shit! I've lost track of time: danglin on his lips, in his eyes
imagine his flesh touching mine,
If only he could feel......what I feel
grantin we to caress souls
finger feedin from bowls
full of spiritual revelations.....
BLUSH
almond hemed in carmels &bronz
focus deep in-on me
he feels me..... feelin him
see thee.......oooh wee
he's lookin at me.

[Tonya Medlock]

i peep my future king blushin
i am smitten so do i
i entertain the possibilitiy
of a chocolate cover dream
my spirits lifted
i feel high
BLUSH

[GodSpaz]

Our hands whisper touch
a sudden softness of warmth

the intangable female
becomes tangible woman

thoutghts rush into mind
As Mind emptys of words .

I'm 16 again
High on that first kiss
long hair and a sent of hair spray
Word dumb, yet speaking
flunet
blush

[Christina]

Much younger than I was the he who touched me
Not with his hands...well, maybe once in passing,
but more or less, with his eyes
that seemed to dance as I passed by.

Wondering why, I've decided not to think of him,
well, not as much as I used to...
We loved one thing and in that thing grew a love for each other
Respecting the BLUSH that he generated,
my cheeks are bare from the flame that once burned,
the lift he gave my spirit,
the confidence he built...
And though the words are absent,
Unspoken, I write of him still.

[Suave']

Treasure every moment spent together. Each drop of
nectar lapped up is named time...
Precious thing that cannot be taken back, yet we
partake of it selfishly in our languishing reverie's.
Blush....
Unconcious actions and caresses exchange that
rearrange the thoughts of our heads and hearts.
Will things ever be the same...I think.
Blush...
Only to find that unsurpassed valleys and nectar
filled lakes lie between us as we lay in sweet
embrace. The scales tip as our hearts are weighed....I
am at a loss....
Much to my sorrow, you don't measure up
Blush...

The heart of the matter, is a matter of the heart.

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Thanks to all the poets from NoirAmerica Online that added to this piece. I love the organic nature in which everyone became so expressive over a simple blush. God I love poets, what would the world be without us.

Peace. Blessings
Mad Luv & Respect.

Jy-Obadele