Love Vibes Love Poetry addition with RIcardo Love show 21 2026

It's a vibe it's a LOVE VIBE that's a carefully curated mix of soulful love songs that's simply a LOVE VIBE.  Listen now to experience what words can't do justice to express.  More about Love Vibes @ RicardoLove.com

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SPEAKER_22 0:00

I'm Ricardo Love, your vibe alchemist, your vibe curator. Here, now, in this space, and this time on this show, we call Love Vibes. Now, if you listen to Love Vibes or Jazzy Vibes, you know that I'm a guitarist. You may not know that I used to play for poetry spots in Los Angeles and the Bay Area for many years, even before the movie Love Jones, which is now old. We were doing poetry over music for a very long time. I've done this concept once before. We're gonna try it once again. We're gonna take Love Poetry, and sometimes we're gonna let it stay a cappella. Other times I'm gonna put something behind it to make it sound a little bit interesting. I'm even gonna throw in some poetry songs that I personally produced and even performed on. And you're gonna get that all today on the special edition of Love Vibes, the Poetry Edition. So you may not know what we be talking about, but we're gonna show you right now here on this show we call Love Vibes. Let's get started on a piece that made Poetry Spots mainstream when a lot of people didn't even know about it and made it popular, and they just start springing up everywhere. This is Lorenz Tate with the blues for Nino from the movie Love Jones.

SPEAKER_19 1:30

Say baby, can I be your slave? I've got to admit, girl, you're the sh girl, and I'm digging you like a grave. Now do they call you daughter to the spinning pulsar? Or maybe queen of ten thousand moons, sister to the distant yet rising star. Is your name Yimme ya? Oh hell no, it's got to be your shoe. Is that a smile me put on your face, child? Wide as a field of jasmine and gold. Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. How legs are a spike Who am I? It's not important. But they call me brother to the night. And right now, I'm the blues in your left thigh. Tryna become the funk in your right. Who am I? I'll be whoever you say. But right now, I'm that sight-breaked hunter. Blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just wanna give you injections of sublime erections to get you to dance to my rhythm. Make you dream archetypes of black angels in flight. Upon wings, distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism. Yo, man, I ain't worried about you. It's you who I wanna step to my seat. Cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry reality, I'd rather dance in romance shows a wet dream. Who am I? Well they all call me brother to the night. And right now I'm the blues in your left side. Trying to become the funk in your right. Is that alright?

SPEAKER_21 4:03

Love vibes poetry edition.

SPEAKER_22 4:07

This is Blessed and Crystal Featuring Sea Mommy with every day.

SPEAKER_00 4:13

I want to give you your childhood fairy tales every day. Make dreams come true and nightmares turn false. Speak into each other's hearts until they catch fire and stars gaze us, not periodically, every day. Can we just sit next to each other? Maybe blanket ourselves in each other while we're vacationing in God's dreams and making light of dark situations. Perhaps holding each other tighter than the night sky holds the stars. Don't worry. I'm not letting go. I'm just baptizing myself in real tears. Cause I need you like sinners need salvation. Allow me to pack, roll, and light your life story. See, I wanna inhale your past and exhale our future. Take a bath in righteousness and dry ourselves in knowledge. Plant our mistakes into the ground, watch them grow into trees. Pick the wisdom from their branches and feed them to these children who have been raised on media rations and are still hungry. Cause I wanna love you until your heart has forgotten it was ever broken. I wanna let you until your eyes forget how to cry and your cheeks no longer remember what tears feel like. Can I just sit behind you and write the secrets to our love on your back with my finger? Then maybe hold your hand and walk down beaten neighborhoods and let them fall off. So little girls who have only seen mommy and daddy fight can pick them up and have an outline of how they should be treated, and what real love looks like when it's written in emotion.

SPEAKER_13 6:01

Dressed in work hard shirt, honest jeans, shoes. You've committed to walk in eyes filled with what you've put behind you and what stands before you came like my favorite stanzas.

SPEAKER_05 6:13

Hard but easy to love.

SPEAKER_13 6:15

Sit with me, love me like blues, love Billy, like notes, love music, like music loves keys. We beat those feel good melodies. I'm not looking for the fairy tale. Just someone to lay foundation for forever. Poor concrete come trues with me, build families that birth communities, revolutionaries, really free to shed tears to believe in love. That will be our legacy. No fantasy, just every day, building a better tomorrow. You, me, every day. Written between to-do tasks. Love him, love her every day. I will choose to love you first, like I choose you over war, over poverty, over heartbreak to fill these pages with our own stories. Without white dress, little woman hiding behind veil. I'm not looking for the fairy tale.

SPEAKER_00 7:11

Just you wrong me real every day.

SPEAKER_02 7:19

Every day, every day, every day, yesterday.

SPEAKER_01 7:53

I wanna love like me thinking of you, thinking of me thinking of you, type love, or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you, type love, or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you want me all to yourself, type love, or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name, and shot. I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage. See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep and wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love, type love, or who loves the other more, or what she's doing at this exact moment, or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love code good could just hurt so much when she's not there. And I love not knowing where this love is headed, type love. And check this. I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love and not have enough ink in my pen to write all the insular about her type loving. Hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel. And I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love. Only difference is this is one of those real love type loves. And just like in high school, I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying and then fall asleep and then wake up with me. I wanna try my count in the way that I love love and lose cam in the middle just about to start all over again. I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries, even on a really anniversary, but doing it just when it makes them happy, I'm loving. Check this. I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when the numbers down into a type loving. Talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breath. This one with the expending my lungs out. Inhale all of her back into me. I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone call to something that allows me to talk to a longer. I want to have my cell phone bill to my love. I want to love to make me fall on my hands on. I mean the love of my phone, give me another time to love you as long as I like you, type loving. I want to love to make me think about this lovely type of love. I wanna love that makes me want to cut off all of my hands. I even be fancy about walking out on a green light, just not gonna get hit by a car just so I can lose my getting transported to some things to get treated and someone meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same kind of love. I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she's gonna be the one I share this love with. Thank you.

SPEAKER_21 11:01

Love us poetry.

SPEAKER_22 11:04

This is Cassandra with poetry lady.

SPEAKER_11 11:16

She's a poetic lady with a musician that stands quietly in her background. She used the stroke of her pen to let her go the rules down. And the musician, with great intuition, used this instrument to create musical sounds in her life. She conjured up beautifully written words, used adjectives and verbs, and he made music for this poetic lady that she had never heard. Like cattle, she could have a herd of men. Because this poetic lady knew just how to use her pen. She would stroke their egos, and with the stroke of her pen, she could easily pin them in. But instead, she chased a musician that moved her and soothed her with the smoothness of his guitar strings. Now he played cello because he knew exactly what made the porning lady and hard because he knew how to pull at the strings of her heart. But she begged him, musical man, would you, could you use your chords to stroke me, strum me, brush me with your musical fingers. And I know songstress are singer, but I'll create poetic words to your song. If you put music to my poetry, to my poem. Now just one small request. And now fella, here's where I want you, I want you very fast. Would you? Could you? Please make love to me with your guitar. Put me to sleep, or just give me rest. As he made love to her, now the natural mind could not come up with the portrait rhymes. This poetic lady used to describe the musician in her background. And there was no surround sound that could possibly capture the sounds the poetic lady made when her musician laid her down with this guitar. Now he was no maestro, miles or satchmo, but the music man sure knew how to blow. And he blew her mind. He knew just how to use his fingers, his hands to stroke the poetic lady's ego. Now she's no songstress, but she knew when to use nouns and pronouns, the function of conjunctions. She used words to express. But the musician, with his music, caressed her and placed the dress she had long suppressed. She knew enunciation and pronunciation. But the musician gave her a totally different appreciation for his musical creation. Now please, please, just one more time. And I don't mean to whine. I'll give you some poetry rhymes, line by line. If you lay me down with your guitar and make love to me. Make love to me, just make love to me. Just one love time, just one love time, just one love time. About the sounds the musician was laying down. But there's no comparison of the sounds the Portic Lady created when the musician laid her down. He had her belting out sultry sounds of Sarah Vine, skidding and scatting like Miss Ella. Now this fella, mm-mm, I tell you, stood his ground as the musician in the Portic Lady's background.

SPEAKER_21 15:33

Love us.

SPEAKER_22 15:37

This is a glowing poet with love eventually. Eventually.

SPEAKER_09 15:42

The heart wants what the heart wants. I would be lying if I said it didn't want you. I mean, I placed you in my future, smiling when I daydream. Because in my world nothing else mattered but us too. Maybe that was the issue. I might have just been a little too caught up on you because now that you're gone, I feel like it's like I don't know what to do without you. I mean you don't know what's about to be. Taking some time away to heal and work on you, and of course you still want access to me and allow it because I'll take a piece of you over none of you. So I guess I'm supposed to just wait on you. I appreciate it. There is nothing like a man who knows he needs to be so he can think of it. I mean, I am a hope is one man. This will be the one time I can see the one person without eventually. I don't know if I'm frustrated with you leaving or my time is running out. I'm only getting holding my own reason looking at the clock. It's like the more I feel the further away I get from experiencing God's best. What am I not learning to keep getting into relationships that feel more like that than I'm feeling in? I know it's not my season, but it gets a little discouraging when you don't know the reason. Is the position God keep pushing me to be in an i mean, obviously. I know it's more good reason, but I keep dreaming of creating a family and never experience my husband left my children in happy. I never knew what it felt like, but I can only imagine it's happening around me every day. I know God doesn't make the thing. I think I'm deserving a lot of my home. Are the women in my family not deserving a feeling love throughout the bones? Because the moment I've been born, it seems like they've been cut with the woman every time they have to love. I see it in the house. So when will we be able to touch it without being the speech about self-love because we already messed with it and we already start settling to men who can't comprehend how to touch a woman's life without making her please? So does anyone have any suggestions? I am tired. I'm starting over repeatedly and the thought, I'm beginning to know a man is freaking friendly. I probably went no love and it finally decided to catch me. I'm forced to keep believing that love will catch up with me eventually. So but now I'm just going to focus and redirect this energy so I can keep growing and trying to read.

SPEAKER_22 19:16

Love. So I'm including some of these misguided poems, I call it, because they talk about how much love hurts. And I always say on this show that love never hurts. And let me explain that. It wasn't love that hurt you. It was infidelity, it was lies, it was miscommunication, it was ego, it was the like. It was never love because love never hurts. Think about that a little bit, and I'm sure the reality of it will come to you. Love vibes, love vibes.

SPEAKER_06 19:55

Saw the way you looked at her.

SPEAKER_22 19:56

This is Evie.

SPEAKER_06 19:58

Imagine how it would feel if you were looking at me.

SPEAKER_22 20:01

With her panties.

SPEAKER_06 20:03

You undressed her in your thoughts. I could see her clothes falling to the floor in the glimmer of your eye. Saw the way you smiled at her. Smoothly saying hello, slowly caressing her shoulders with the intent of subconsciously letting her know all the things you wanted to do to her. Imagined you holding me that way, smiling with those cocoa cafe brown eyes, your lashes long enough to stroke the back of my neck and sensual to your touch. Gentle kisses on her collarbone, seductive whispers in her ears, fingers tracing, intimately making love suggestions in public view. So I lay back and watch. As you do all the things to her, to me, I'd wish you do. See, I knew you had been in her panties, and I was envious to the fact that her panties weren't mine.

SPEAKER_22 21:01

Love us. Oh, a tree edition. This is Kanara Santa with missing you.

SPEAKER_12 21:29

Not only is it winter here and cold, the only thing that I have in my bed is my pillow, your picture, on my nightstand, the memories of you and I. In the many nights of when I was in your arms, now I'm halfway across the globe. How I long for your body to hold. All I do is think of my children and you seem like I'm out of breath. And I prayed to Ja and asked for his help. Knew that I had to get on my knees, so I knelt. Longin' for the touch again of how good it felt. To have your hand stroking my locks. Too often I'm checking my watch or looking at the clock. You know that I stopped drinking. But feels like the only way for me to lose this feeling if if I have a coconut step scotch. As I boarded onto the train today, making my way to my destination. I just gazed out of the window, grabbed my cell phone and almost started calling. But a flashback came into view. Of you and I taking pictures in that rose garden. Every day I wake up very early. And it's a damn shame, cause this morning my body woke me up at 4:30. Just couldn't sleep. Now check this out. I haven't even been gone a week. And my little angels, you know Tiana and Amani. It took a while for me to get them to stop crying because they missed the daddy. We are a tight click. You don't realize how much sadness has been in my heart because of missing you. For a minute? Kate thought he was gonna have to put this poem in the form of a letter. Ain't no way that I can be away for years, so I better quickly hit that figure. Make my jeta and hop on the next jedder out of this place they call Australia. Oh, I ain't got nothing against you, matey. But I gotta get back to my girls, you know, and my lady. Yo, can you feel me? I miss T, Amani and my Chand D. As usual, I can express self, you see. This is a way I guess of healing me, and it's easy, as one, two, three. Because if I had to be away for a year, I would go absolutely crazy. But yo, folks, I'm not in your league here that you call a bloke. And when I was writing this piece, I got a lump in my throat and arms was choked, and word be bond, it had nothing to do with smoke. And I can see that cat over there looking at me and my words as though he saying that I'm a joke. But oh no, no. And you would not consider me weak no more when I got your flow heading up the door. And now you can look at me in the silhouette, that's right, cause I am now G to the H-O-S-T, homeboy that spells ghost. Missing you, missing you. Seems like yesterday when I was just kissing you, like when we were at the park and you was swinging them hips, and oh shit, I was loving it watching you shine, doing your Afrocentric thing. And I'm coming back to you, girl, with that fat diamond ring. And don't you worry if it goes bling, bling, bling. Cause you are my peaches and I am your cream. And what we've got, other women can only imagine their man saying this to them in a dream. Because you are my queen, we belong together. How I wish I had a simple answer. Grateful to have all my limbs. But I feel being apart, away from you. It's like someone who's just been diagnosed with cancer. No longer that dancer. Who was able to move his feet? Let me repeat that line. Whereas I said, With you in my life, I feel like I am complete. And we've grown to know each other like the kids. No, Big Bird resides on Sesame Street. And I can never cheat on you. From me, you would never see the seed. Can't wait to meet up with my charming D. Because you are sweet, and what we have is the leap. I love my tea, and I love my peak for my boo. Cause I'm straight out missing you. Yeah. Just straight out missing you.

unknown 25:27

Let me be the one, let me be the one. Let me be the one. Let me be the one.

SPEAKER_17 25:38

When life without warning has shown you its worst side, and when happiness has joined your memories of past. Let me be the one. Let me be the one to restore the smile and the moments of joy that brought it back again and again and again. Before the broken dream. Let me be the one to alleviate the pains of disappointment you can no longer deny. And though it seems like love has neglected you for the sake of others, and has weakened your desire to start over. Allow me to rekindle the fire you thought would never die. And I'll be the flame that burns its way to your heart, sending waves of passion all over your body. And when emotions have taken complete control, let mine be the arms ready to receive you. And together we arrive the crest of a rainbow. Powered by a love attack, we could not ward off. Let me be the one. Let the love that awaits you soothe your aching mind. And create in you a new spirit and a keener perception to see beyond the illusionary promises that have long been forgotten. So that you see in my eyes a sincere desire to transpose dreams to reality. Let me be the locksmith who unlocks the secrets to your soul. And I'll forever open the locked doors of loneliness that close between the two of you after the broken dream. Let me be the one. Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one. Let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one, let me be the one.

SPEAKER_21 27:57

Love us poetry auditions.

SPEAKER_20 28:01

Sex assignment. This is Ricardo Love with sex assignments. She gave me a sex assignment. Sex assignment sex assignments. Sex assignment. She said, Your assignment is to write about what I'm about to do to you. Sex is of course I said yes because I wanted the fantasy to remain true. Her lips stopped talking and started gently conquering my body parts one by one. Sex is I knew I would be hers completely, even after this orgasmic experience was done. Heated tongues joined in harmony where lips had started, and both played a symphony when lips were parted. Impossible for words alone could never completely mention. She laid upon me with loving attention. Eruption after eruption came forth and fading back to be conjured up again and again till I could take no more and was raptured in sexual den. This is a steeple attempt to in word quantify blended spirit and flesh. Yet when my queen gives me an assignment with such rewards, her king to please her will surely do its best. What I cannot fulfill in words, I'll show her with situous deeds. But she inspires me to unleash karma suture skills, multiplied by orgasmic explosions to all our pleasure is free. Sex assignment, sex excitement. To accompany our lifelong love assignments. I love you, babies. Love assignments deep assignments truly love assignments completely assignments Love assignments. Love vibes poetry edition.

SPEAKER_22 30:25

This is Marcus Miller and Raji B. Henson Lost without you.

SPEAKER_04 30:54

To know that I love you.

SPEAKER_08 31:05

To know that I love you. If there's ever a time you can't find me, don't worry, I'm doing alright. I'm probably hiding out somewhere, feeling blessed, thinking how lucky I am. You make me feel like the queen of the earth, like anything is possible. I trust you for all that it's worth. And your touch tells me that your heart compels me. I just love to hear you say all those things that make me feel this way. See, I died from a love in the past life, and that's why I'm so scared of it now. But somehow you took that fear, turned it inside out. You helped me to release that doubt. And baby, that is why my death, I'll do it. You fit inside me. So perfectly, I want you to this way, I want it this way. I wanna fill you with nothing but ecstasy. Tell me how you love our compatibility. Wanna share your every fantasy. You wanna roll with me, you wanna roll with me. There are no boundaries. Be free inside my love to explore how many ways and times you can make me free. Yeah, love it. Don't touch me like that. Our bodies are so cold. I inhale, you exhale the most beautiful chain. It's like a game that we chose to play, and I wanna stay in your love.

SPEAKER_05 33:41

Come on, Mark.

unknown 33:44

Let me know how you feel.

SPEAKER_08 34:07

I wanna fill you with nothing but ecstasy. Tell me how you love our compatibility, wanna share your every fantasy. With me, there are no boundaries. Be free inside my love to explore how many ways and times you can make me scream.

SPEAKER_07 35:17

Okay, the Looking for Forever, forever's right here, baby. Right here inside my love.

SPEAKER_21 35:52

Love us.

SPEAKER_22 35:55

Oh no. Matt Capon with the right man.

SPEAKER_14 35:59

I pray the right man gives you your flowers without you having a head. I pray the red ones.

SPEAKER_22 37:49

This is really Francisco. If I was to love it.

SPEAKER_15 37:54

I'm gonna be honest, uh it's not often that I find myself eager to write about love. In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp. Just to show me how painful love can be. Sometimes my pencils break just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you plan. I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in braille. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I've always believed that real love is kind of like a supermodel before she's airbrushed. It's pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended it. I'm gonna be honest, I'm not much of a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was gonna write about love, my first poem, it would be about you. About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless, with no training wheels or elbow pads, so my scars can tell the story of how I felt. I'm gonna be honest, I'm not much of a love poet. But if I was, I'd write about how I see your face in every cloud and reflection in every window. You see, I've written a million poems, hoping that somehow, maybe somewhere you'll jump out of the page and be closer to me. You see, I'm not much of a love poet, but if I was, I'd write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful. Even on days when everything around you is ugly. I'd write about your eyelashes and how they're like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet, I'd write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture. Every time I hear the vibration in your voice, and whenever I see your name on the call or ID, my heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars, and I feel like a child all over again. I know it's gonna sound weird, but sometimes I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you. I swear I'm usually not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was gonna write about love, my first poem would be about you.

SPEAKER_16 40:07

I mean, what if love could really hurt I'm not talking about the feeling of the moon in your stomach. I'm not talking about the thought of the one person who falls for nothing to death. I'm not talking about the thought of the person who will have it your everyday dream when you wake up and you will be so really small, really in your own misery. What if every single betrayal in your body of your heart? Skeletons in the classic dare, I'm asking you. What is love? I would never dare I would never dare with my life like that. You see that sex is a love. I'm just not ready to die.

SPEAKER_22 42:44

I'm not even gonna reiterate that love don't hurt us to all the enemies of love that do. Brother, I hope you get some therapy, some healing, and some real love.

SPEAKER_11 42:57

Let's just hook up. Let's make beautiful music. Let's get mad, cause it feels so good when we make up. Let's laugh and sing and go to the park. Let's take long walks and do wild, wild things in the dark. Let's just hook up. Let's just hook up. Perhaps taking a movie or create a mood with you and me. Ooh, how that moves me. Maybe take a swing. Let's just hook up and do silly and crazy things. Let's just hold hands and sing crazy songs in the rain. And when our love come pouring down, who cares if we drown? Drown in the sea above, let's just hook up. Let's dance until the sun comes up. Forget about the world and all of its fuss. Let's hook up you plus me, me plus you. Put it together, that makes us. Let's just hook up. Let's just hook up. Call and factuation are just colour. Let's just hook up. Book us a trip to Love Land in a hot air balloon or an airplane. Or lose all our inhibitions on the beach in the sand. Stand out in the pouring rain. Who cares if they think we're insane? Let's tell silly jokes over barbecue smokes. Skip and laugh and laugh. Let's just hook up. Let's hook up. Sit at the fireplace, the road, small smellers. Or just be one another's wine that keeps us mellow. Forget about the world and its hang ups. Let's just do crazy things. Let's just hook up. Tell poetry rhymes. Who cares if we miss our lines? Let's just hook up. Let's cook up love that this world hasn't heard of. Let's take hooky from work today or just layer and play and play. It's okay if time slips away. Let's just hook up. Make a pot of gumbo, jambalaye, eat fries and catch up. As we catch up, let's just hook up.

SPEAKER_10 44:58

Let's just hook up. Let's hook up. Let's just hook up.

SPEAKER_21 45:16

Love us, flow a tree, okay.

SPEAKER_22 45:19

This is flower tree.

SPEAKER_18 45:33

Remember how you used to phone up. You wouldn't say your name, you just say uh hey. You know, I see you on my blank sheet before I write or form or recall this situation. Yo, my memories choke me and stay my pillow as my voice becomes hollow as I trace tear lines around a space that won't fill. Yo, I feel nothing but this way, and the emptiness stays and it's cluttered with a silence that teases me, it leads me on. Like it's gonna say, like it's gonna say that I had to leave, I'll try to come back.

SPEAKER_03 46:24

I'll try to I'll try to come back Yeah, I'm sorry that I had to leave.

SPEAKER_18 46:36

I'll try to come back. You know, yesterday I I stood outside in the rain in an attempt to dissolve away or just disappear or be gone be back or be just I tried to see the point, I only see the pain, you know. My dreams cry when they're slain. I regain consciousness to blurry vision. I try to listen out for whispers of pain.

SPEAKER_03 47:17

Some of that I had to try to come back.

SPEAKER_04 47:31

Some of that come to try to come back.

SPEAKER_03 48:29

Sorry, that I have to leave butch by saying Did I leave you behind or did you let me go?

SPEAKER_18 48:43

All I know is you're not here to say to me the special words. Time was once on our side, but now it's against us, partless. I'll try to come home. I'll try to come home.

SPEAKER_05 51:05

My ghetto butterfly flew away from me. I wait patiently by windows and doorsteps. Play make-believe as my tears pour chest, won't succeed to breathe if not the heart of you. Surely there's never been a shade so blue. A stink attitude, so not mad at you. Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude of my love for you. No space or time compatible. What do I have to do? What do I have to do? Ooh, my friends say I got it bad for you. I do, but there's nothing in this world I'd rather do. Um but you I want to make love to your existence, drenched in the colors of your energy, then masturbate to the memories. I wanna lose myself inside yourself until you find me, confine me to the freedom of your prison existence, the same space, same time. Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine. Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine. Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine. I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect. Reflect and watch your light, passion arm my neck. Uh caress the sight of your presence with no question, undress to the nakedness of love, pure love. I want to make love to my soulmate. My soul make love to my soulmate, my soul make love to my soulmate. Shit I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soulmate? Kinda like writing poetry to climax, till the point in place where our space and time match and we cross divine paths. Tell me what you like down. Now would you like that? Tell me what you like that would you like that? Tell me what you like that would you like that? Ask you again now. Tell me what you like that, tell me what you like now. Now would you like that? Tell me what you like that would you like that? Tell me I wanna love you more than madly. Wrap these legs around your words until your speech is straddled deep gladly. Swim the current of your vibration, be separate and one with the same meditation.

unknown 53:57

Save meditation.

SPEAKER_05 54:02

You know what? This right here is poetry. This would be that sound. And we, well, we we would be the band to play it.

SPEAKER_21 58:00

Love poetry.

SPEAKER_22 58:04

So we've come to an end of this show, this special show that celebrated the spoken word part of love. I wish we could have got into it more, more time, would have allowed me to play some more great love poetry that I even had the opportunity to play behind some of these wonderful poets. Hey, I need you to do myself and yourself a favor. Go to recartolove.com and you can catch love vibes on demand anytime you want. I also have a link to my show coming up. I'm a guitarist, and I'll be at Maxon Jazz Club in Las Vegas. Make it a destination trip if you don't live there. It'll be worth it. That's June 26th in Las Vegas. Remember, go to Ricardolove.com now. Thank you for joining me here on Love.