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Academia of U
I'm tired of studying books,
and people and places that I can never go to.
In all honesty, I'd rather
focus my attention on something closer to home.
Make my own kinda history, go to
places that I want to go; I want to study you.
I want to study your smile, every degree of your frown.
And discover the ways I can turn it back upside down.
I want to learn the things that make you tick,
the things that make you flip, I want to read your lips
and finish your sentences before you even say them.
There's only one language I want to learn, babygirl
and that's your body language. That is, the language
your body speaks to me, so intimately, and I intently
listen. Content with every lesson it teaches me.
And I talk back, I ask questions. Demonstration, please.
I'm taking note of the way you walk, the way you sway.
The way the wind can't touch you, observing how heads
turn your way and dense crowds part like Moses and the sea.
And you see, I want to study your curves, the road between
your teeth and your toes, every inch of flesh.
I want to become familiar with your taste, and
the shape of your waist, and the places I can rest
my hands when they become too tired when out in public.
Where I can wrap them safe, in embrace and warmth and
have the peace of mind to know that they're in good hands.
I want to analyze every salty tear drop that falls
from your eyes and trace them back to their origins
See, I can construct a complete descriptive
course syllabus entirely on you, with an entire chapter
dedicated to your mind alone.
I want to associate with your mind and befriend your
every solitary thought. In other words,
I want to know you. All of you.
Every last biological cell in your body.
I don't need a textbook, all I need is you.
Right in front of me ready to teach.
Because I'm ready to learn. I'm ready to absorb
you, like a sponge does liquid.
I'm ready to embark on an academic journey
solely on your being.
http://www.4shared.com/file/145855198/d85a316d/Academia_of_U.html
Academia of U
I'm tired of studying books,
and people and places that I can never go to.
In all honesty, I'd rather
focus my attention on something closer to home.
Make my own kinda history, go to
places that I want to go; I want to study you.
I want to study your smile, every degree of your frown.
And discover the ways I can turn it back upside down.
I want to learn the things that make you tick,
the things that make you flip, I want to read your lips
and finish your sentences before you even say them.
There's only one language I want to learn, babygirl
and that's your body language. That is, the language
your body speaks to me, so intimately, and I intently
listen. Content with every lesson it teaches me.
And I talk back, I ask questions. Demonstration, please.
I'm taking note of the way you walk, the way you sway.
The way the wind can't touch you, observing how heads
turn your way and dense crowds part like Moses and the sea.
And you see, I want to study your curves, the road between
your teeth and your toes, every inch of flesh.
I want to become familiar with your taste, and
the shape of your waist, and the places I can rest
my hands when they become too tired when out in public.
Where I can wrap them safe, in embrace and warmth and
have the peace of mind to know that they're in good hands.
I want to analyze every salty tear drop that falls
from your eyes and trace them back to their origins
See, I can construct a complete descriptive
course syllabus entirely on you, with an entire chapter
dedicated to your mind alone.
I want to associate with your mind and befriend your
every solitary thought. In other words,
I want to know you. All of you.
Every last biological cell in your body.
I don't need a textbook, all I need is you.
Right in front of me ready to teach.
Because I'm ready to learn. I'm ready to absorb
you, like a sponge does liquid.
I'm ready to embark on an academic journey
solely on your being.
