Old Skool Love

Give me that old skool love, a groovy throw back

kind of love that is black and white like the first TVs.

A tapered leg acid washed jean trouser and a crop

top feeling sexy.

A striped miniskirt with leg warmers and go-go boots

to swirl on the dance floor.

 

Give me a classic kind of love, a ride or die commitment

that means so much more than being called, “boo” or “bae”.

A mature relationship where i am the only girl you chase.

Write me a love letter and create a mix tape for me.

Dedicate to me a song on the radio and fill my ears with

sweet loving endearments as we get lost in a deep embrace.

 

Give me the Love Jones, a jazzy soul under the moonlight.

Serenade me by singing my favorite song.

Put some money in the jukebox and spin with me like

quilts of silk.

We will set the dance floor on fire as our favorite old

skool jam plays.

Dim the lights and caress me in a slow dance as our souls

intertwine and bodies sway to the fading rhythm of the night.

 

Give me that sensual vintage love, the barbecue parties,

movie nights and a night cap.

The kind you don’t see in these times, the type of love

that’s a mystery and a craving to many.

The love that was groomed under the stars and bloomed

during the Harlem renaissance.

A deeper and more tangible connection than video chat

on the internet.

A strong bond that built relationships and kept families together.

 

So, give me that real old skool love.

The kind fabricated in romantic movies, visualized by poets,

painted by great artists and reproduced by sensational

soul musicians like Gerald Levert, Luther Vandross, Teddy

Pendergrass, Anita baker, Chaka Khan and Regina belle.

Make it sensual and sexy, deep and mind blowing, as tasty

as chocolate, and smooth like butter.

Create a carnival procession in my mind and feed me

with romantic vibes.

Let’s fill the streets with our own mushy public display

of affection.

Let’s talk for hours on the telephone, cab and travel

until anywhere, fill my head with talks of forever as we

sail swiftly on our own old skool yacht.

 

©FloetryC  2016

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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