FIRE

What sparks that fire
That we all desire
For a pimp
Its the way a women shivers at the words he delivers
For a thief
Its the way his heart beats when he creeps
For a gangsta
Its the sound of shells
For a lover
Its that sensation he gets when his hitting the tail
For a ho
Its anticipation for that paper
For a fiend
its anticipation for the vapor
For a dealer
Its the cream
For a sucka
Its a dream
For me
Its none of the above
For me
Its the spoken words of the women I love

JURUTHA
Daniel Montgomery October 15,2005