"Party With Words" By: Catsy Aquatta Türré

Party with words,
Stretch your bodacious syllable.
Let me grab your voice by the waist
And bring down the house.
I want to salsa Saturday and Sunday with your alliteration,
Do the jig and tap-tap-tap with your onomatopoeia.
Just let the lyrics smooth over my mind.
Now stop.
Quicken the pace.
My hips must sway to the rhythm.
Your drumming tongue vibrates my soul,
I want your drum-stick in my soul.
Oh baby, sparkle your tone in my eyes,
Blaze over my fire like a lighthouse
Guarding over the cliff.
I want to make sure you fall…
Fall for me into my ocean.
Let my dance wash over you.
Wave~by~wave ... slide_to_slide.
Will my rhythmic fingertips make you fall?
Fall into my hips under my care,
Under my control?
I want your song.
Can I own it? I’ll give you my dance.
We can make the melody together.
I feel your verbal lust for me,
So let me have it.
Your metaphors are spiders crawling down my chest.
But your similes prove them as sweet as flowers.
I miss your personification crashing onto my lips.
Come on, rhyme with me.
You know we’re meant to be.
Teach me the song in your eyes,
I’ll instruct you with the dance on the tip of my tongue.
I wont charge a penny.
My soul doesn’t need your money.
Not cash, credit, or check.
My entirety desires only you.
You and your song, of course.
Beat with me baby.
I want iambicpantameter form.
I desire your sonnet thunder storm.
Strike me, shock me…
Soothe me…
Just speak your mind to me.
Drizzle and pour your wet words onto my body.
Stream down my crevices as I dance.
Dance with me.
I’ll sing with you.
You know what we can create.
A party for two. The perfect match.
Please be my match.
You know we’re meant to be.