What’s better then sexual stimulation, than mental stimulation?
I think if you can stimulate someone mentally, it’s more powerful, pleasurable, than if you could sexually stimulate them because let’s face it that could be done from anyone and everyone.
Let’s travel into mental stimulation courtesy Dead Prez with “Mind Sex.”
What’s “Mind Sex”?
“It’s time for some mind sex, we ain’t got to take our clothes off yet/ we can burn the incense and just chat/ relax, I got the good vibrations/ before we make love let’s have a good conversation.”
“…but tonight we’ll try a different route, how about we start with a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons, later we can play a game of chess on the futon/ see I ain’t got to get inside your blouse, it’s your eye contact that be getting me aroused.”
“when you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines/ reflecting my light when it shines just taking our time/ before the night’s through we could get physical too/ I ain’t trying to say I don’t wanna fuck cause I do/ but for me boo making love is just as mental/ I like to know what I’m getting into.”
“African princess, tell me yo’ interests/ wait let me guess boo you probably like poetry/ here’s a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around/ so let me take this opportunity/ would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea?/ take a walk verbally, make a bond certainly/ cuz in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly/ and it’s like we floating out in space when you flirting with me.”
“imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt/ it’s like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis/ opposites attract that’s the basis/ our sex is the wind that separates the yin from the yang/ the balance that means complete change, our aim is to touch you in a delicate spot, and once we get it started I aint trying to stop.”
“she smiles, I smile/ she walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day/ she opens her mouth to speak and so sounds ring in my head/ she speaks and I want to dance to her rhythm/ she moves ever so gently increasing my desires/ as I place my arms around her waist/ hold and squeeze around her waist/ hold and squeeze unto me/ I want to melt into her body and discover the base of her warmth/ her beautiful black body that no human could ever conceive/ she’s love/ she’s truth/ she’s real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens/ as real as the sun that bathes her body/ as real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose that blossoms in spring for she is that rose/ not just any rose/ but a black rose/ black rose stands stall and stronger than any other plant/ a black rose, that stands as creator of nations of black rose/ that never loses her petals and blossoms all year round.”
…please look my way.
