Identity would seem to be the garment with which one covers the nakedness of the self, in which case, it is best that the garment be loose, a little like the robes of the desert, through which one's nakedness can always be felt, and, sometimes, discerned. This trust in one's nakedness is all that gives one the power to change one's robes.
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You Can't Top Me!
You can't top me!
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
.
You can't top me,
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
With a beggin' not to miss it if you could.
And when we move our hips...
In the nakedness,
Feeling all around and casting shadows.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
We do it with passion
And in the nakedness,
We do it with passion...
In the nakedness.
The rhythm over heats.
You can't top me!
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
.
You can't top me,
Like you did when you did it.
And you did and you hit it,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
That 'nakedness'...
You can't top me!
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
And in the nakedness,
The rhythm over heats.
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
You can't top me,
With a beggin' not to miss it!
With a beggin' not to miss it if you could.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sickness II
I am sick lying on your hospital bed,
So you can play with my nakedness if you want to;
Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!
For this sickness had made it possible.
Sickness, oh sickness! !
Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;
If not, you can't even smell my sight at anytime.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oh Lucy
We love nakedness more than covering ourselves in this world,
But my love is ascending from the east with the untimely figs;
And the palm branches of your love are all that i need to see.
My love is to all nations, tribes, peoples and tongues;
And of the shame of your nakedness that is shared by many!
But do anoint your eyes with eyelids that you might see,
And don't let me spew you out of my mouth like the beast.
Oh Lucy! Why are you sharing your nakedness with all the men? !
For many have come on this love and i have seen enough,
But to cover yourself is better than the sins around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sarkodie
Sarkodie, Rome was not built in a day!
So it is time for us to repent so as to gain eternity.
Why should i use your nakedness?
When i only came here to push you through;
History is with us all because of our sins,
So why should i see your nakedness? !
When i only came around to help you through.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her Nakedness
In the winter house you will meet her garden of love and,
In the summer house you will meet her nakedness!
And like the message of the fowls of the air who do view us all.
With my soul i have desired you my love,
For you are naked under the apple tree of love;
With my love i will be with you always,
For your nakedness is before me like a film!
But i saw the face of a man, a woman and a child within.
Old and patched,
My life is like the gragons of the sea!
But being crafty and deceitful is your love,
For you are always naked in the heat of the summer.
Her nakedness,
And of the lust of the flesh that is always seen around;
But try to learn from the double walls of love,
For it is time to wake up from the lust of the eyes.
Soot, smoke and dust;
The red sea dried up for her nakedness to appear!
But watch and see who is playing around her,
For her summer house is ready for her lovers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pleasant One
Clan by clan,
Kin by kin,
One by one,
The store of Bohan!
And like the coastline of great love.
The scorpion passed by near the lion,
But his best-man took away his wife;
And, the story went out through the village.
Customary,
To entice her;
Of a feast,
To entice him;
But, her bride-mate took away his husband!
And, the story went out through the village.
Pleasant one,
To the land of my birth;
Of mercy and truth,
But this woman is from Bethlehem.
This man is your guest and,
This woman is my guest;
Yes, the one with her hands on the threshold!
But, take me to the land of peace.
A man of substance,
A woman of substance,
To the cave of Adullam;
And like your nakedness in the land of your muse,
But, the story went out through the village.
To the great well of Sechu!
Your mother's nakedness;
To the customary seat,
Your father's nakedness;
To shoot three arrows to this side,
Your brother's nakedness;
To sit by the stone of Ezel,
Your sister's nakedness;
And like the muse of the new moon! !
But, to lay naked all day and night,
For, i am old and grey-headed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Photographer
I am the photographer who saw your nakedness,
Because i took your naked-pictures for the show;
And i am now standing behind your door knocking.
Please open up, for your pictures are ready after printing;
And i am here to hand over some copies to you.
I want ot see your reactions towards your beauty and,
What your nakedness writes about you;
For you were among the best after shooting.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Why Should I....?
You have your wife and,
I do have my wife as well;
So why should i look at the nakedness of your wife?
For this volcano is giving out its fire out of the ice! !
And the Dragon and the Dracula are now alert;
So why should i watch the nakedness of your wife?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Suddenly
Suddenly she told me that she want to see my nakedness,
And i told her i want to see her nakedness as well!
Then we went to the dark room of love and,
Suddenly there was light! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Sneezed Trice! !
I sneezed trice! !
Because, i saw your nakedness;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy,
But, i need to understand the status of your moves.
Living on drugs!
Sleeping on rugs,
Destroying the mugs;
For, you've lost your memory,
But, i sneezed trice because i saw your nakedness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Valley Of Anchor
To uncover her nakedness like a sweet lover on the bed of roses,
But to come up out of her grave like bat out of hell!
I am in the valley of anchor to share my views with you.
I have tiome to uncover her nakedness,
I have the joy to share her love;
But the muse that muses is all that i share with you as well.
To come up out of her grave like a bat out of hell,
With te valley of anchor to share my mind with you;
But from the days of her youth,
She was all that it takes.
Wrapped in the wings of love is her identity and,
I am in the valley of anchor to make love with her;
But from between her breasts are the true love of her muse.
Her lewdness to all is in the valley of anchor,
And her nakedness to all is seen around her youthful breasts;
But the door of her hope is what she has for you,
Like me being with her all day long.
Take a stick and write upon it,
For i desire mercy on this love than hate;
Like the great River Hiddekel.
She has set water for me to drink on this love,
Like a freewill offering of her love in the valley of anchor;
But be very careful to swim deeply into her love.
Like the King's food and the Queen's water,
Im am in a night vision of love to share my views;
And from between her breasts are the sweet things of love.
The deep and the secrets of her love,
Like the great River Hiddekel pouring down on her nakedness;
Come and explore this valley of her anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Deceive You
Satan can transform herself into many forms to deceive you,
But the labourer is worthy of his reward;
One's nakedness may be exposed but,
You shall not have sexual relation with a man like you do with a woman.
She belongs to your friend so,
Do not expose her nakedness;
Like a woman during her monthly period.
You are responsible for what you choose,
Like the lust of depraved passions;
But, you have rulership over the fish of the sea.
You went the way of the gods and now,
You have stories for the world to know;
Empty babblings,
Guard that which is committed to your trust.
The wages of sin is death but,
The gift of Yahweh is eternal life;
Through Yahshua Messiah.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hem Of His Garment
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
To be proud has never been
So mean, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool, you see
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Two chairs at this table
One bed in this house
Seriously, I think we could be,
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
Written by d. armstrong, r. armstrong, sister bliss, dave randall & maxi jazz
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Ruth Fecyeh
When the rain falls, it doesn't fall on one man's head!
So this is the way of my muse to you;
For you can still lay down in your nakedness for my love.
You need me to satisfy you and,
You need this muse to tell you who you are;
For the walls af Jehrico are all around you.
I am full of words and of the love that brights your way,
But i am like the writer that crowns your way as well;
So lay down in your nakedness for the this harmony of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Are The One
The eyes and the mind defines nakedness,
However darkness will fall unto us all;
My spirit enlightens many,
My poem speaks to you as well;
You will always feel my abscence without a clue.
Someone has to cry for others to swallow in their tears,
Someone has to write for others to learn from it,
But nakedness is all around us in this world.
The house is empty without the spirit,
The roots of a tree do need love as well;
You are the light of the house and,
Many will still be looking for you.
Bears, years, fears, tears!
You are the one for us on this thing called love;
Yesterday is gone with the muse,
Today is here with my mind but,
The futureis unknown! !
My life is with a vision beyound the roads,
The eyes and the mind defines nakedness;
You are the one my love,
You are the one!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Lover's Nakedness
The sweet of my lover's nakedness!
And like the muse of my mind with the joy of peace;
But, with the gladness of the heart in unity as one.
Riddlde it out and learn from my muse,
Puzzle it out and give me ear when i do speak;
And like the sweet of my lover's nakedness,
For, this parable is like a joyous land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Bed For Us
I am alone and naked on my bed,
Waiting for my lover to come in;
Please come and share my nakedness,
For all i have is for you.
I love you and you are all over me,
Please come and share my nakedness;
Come as a man and never be afraid.
Where is my sweet lover?
Where are you my only one?
I love you and i have prepared a bed for us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Invisible
I am the invisible man on your love,
And of the hig era to expose your nakedness;
But my love is lie the Caribbean waves.
Come and take me over and,
Come and love me all day long;
Because i will keep on searching for you till we meet.
Your love to me is like the story of my life but,
The tide is very high on this love!
But i am always the invisible man beside your nakedness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Communication (Creation)
communication demands honesty,
honesty demands nakedness,
nakedness demands knowing who you are!
the act of creation merely
god communicating with herself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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