Poetic Sex
R.ケリー Lyrics
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My sex is poetic
I'm about to get you mad pregnant
Yeah
The first RnB porn
My mic be the knife
I'mma take a stab at it OK
I take you spiritually high, your plane never be landing
No navigation locating that spot
When I hit that you yell out God, that's the G spot
Sex
That'll bring you close to tears
When I spit it it's like I popped a molly in your ear
You feel it between your thighs your heart beat starts to rise
Your pupils is dilantin' you believe you can fly man
Niggas can't fuck me, world in my hands
These niggas can't even hold palm in their hands
Pull up in that bassline snatch you up with these hits
Tie you up with my lyrics
Now you're abducted by this shit oh
Ooh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I
I know
A lot of things on your mind
Let me carry them
Get you so wet
Welcome to the aquarium
Murdering every bar
Shit I'm a barbarian
Who is he? How dare they make a comparison
Up and down up and down on my elevator
See I'm the type of nigga that'll elevate ya
Just let that soak in
And I ain't gonna bathe off that shit, I'mma soak in
It's poker
And I'm goin' all in
I got you so open all I gotta do is fall inm, uh
And I turned your man to Aaron Hall
My lyrics got a big dick and I just fucked the shit out of y'all
Poetic
Ooh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry (I'm so hungry)
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I (yeah)
Send her in the shop once I touch her with this taser tongue
Shirt on the clothes line you could say shawty hung
Never caught up but you could say a nigga sprung
Put that up to my ear 'cause I like to hear where you're from
Hop up in my rocket ship, we gon' tell them haters bye, bye
(bye bye bye) Yeah
And I'ma represent my sex like I represent my city Chi
(Chi, Chi, Chi, Chi) Yeah
Smoking on my melody yeah you could say we getting high (high)
Yeah (yeah)
And now I got the munchies bout to eat it call it dinner time
Yeah, okay
Pussy my address just being honest
And they say home is where the heart is
I'm just metaphorically speaking
Like a ceiling with a hole I'mma have you leaking and I
promise you gonna love it
Girl my sex rich them niggas is on a budget
I make it talk need no translation
I'm swimming in it need no flotation
Lock me up in it need no probation
My girl no temptations
Bout to make you sweat huh I turn up the Fahrenheit
Drink from any fountain black or white, shit that's equal rights
I ain't talkin' hands when I tell your ass to make it clap
Ten out of ten times you came shit that's a stating facts
And I love the things you do with your lips when you looking back
Put that pussy right up on my head that't a fitted cap uh
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Come and feed me baby (come on and feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry, baby feed me
All I can eat baby
My sex is poetic
Girl let me get you mad pregnant
The lyrics to R. Kelly's song "Poetic Sex" are focused on seduction through metaphor, likening sex to poetry. In the first verse, R. Kelly sets the tone by comparing his mic to a knife and using it to "stab" at the listener's mind. He paints a picture of spiritual and physical release through sex, referencing the elusive G-spot and the powerful effects of his words. The chorus reiterates the idea of consumption, with R. Kelly begging for more and more of his partner's body.
In the second verse, R. Kelly continues with more graphic comparisons and descriptions of his sexual prowess. He uses metaphors of elevation and "murdering" the competition to describe his own skills, and references the way his lyrics can "soak in" and take over. The bridge includes more metaphors relating to food and hunger, with R. Kelly describing himself as insatiable and his partner as a buffet to be consumed.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
The artist expresses excitement and eagerness in their tone
My sex is poetic
The artist's sexual prowess is artistic and expressive
I'm about to get you mad pregnant
The artist intends to impregnate their partner with their sexual activity
The first RnB porn
The artist likens their music to pornography with a romantic twist
My mic be the knife
The artist's voice and music cuts through the listener's mind and emotions like a sharp knife
I'mma take a stab at it OK
The artist intends to take a risk and give their all in their sexual encounter
Allow me to paint the picture your mind being the canvas
The artist asks for permission to use the listener's imagination as a canvas for their artistic sexual expression
I take you spiritually high, your plane never be landing
The artist promises to elevate the listener's sexual experience to a higher spiritual level that transcends physical boundaries
No navigation locating that spot
The artist warns that achieving orgasm through their sexual activity may be difficult to locate or navigate
When I hit that you yell out God, that's the G spot
The artist promises that when they locate the G spot, the listener will experience intense pleasure and call out to God in ecstasy
Sex
That'll bring you close to tears
The artist suggests that their sexual activity will elicit an emotional response and bring the listener to the brink of tears
When I spit it it's like I popped a molly in your ear
The artist's voice and music produces a euphoric experience for the listener comparable to the effects of drug use
You feel it between your thighs your heart beat starts to rise
The artist's sexual activity will cause the listener's heart rate to increase with pleasure
Your pupils is dilantin' you believe you can fly man
The artist suggests that the listener will become so lost in pleasure that they will feel as if they can fly
Niggas can't fuck me, world in my hands
The artist is confident in their sexual ability and power
These niggas can't even hold palm in their hands
The artist believes that other male individuals cannot compare to their sexual prowess
Pull up in that bassline snatch you up with these hits
The artist's music has a strong bassline that will grab the listener's attention
Tie you up with my lyrics
The artist's music and words will have a significant impact on the listener
Now you're abducted by this shit oh
The artist's music and influence has taken control of the listener and their emotions
Ooh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me baby)
The artist asks their partner to satisfy their sexual appetite
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
The artist asks their partner to present themselves for sexual activity
I just can't get enough of your buffet
The artist is insatiable and desires more of their partner
And I'm so hungry
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I
The artist is voracious and desires to consume their partner sexually
I know
A lot of things on your mind
Let me carry them
The artist is considerate and offers to alleviate their partner's mental burden
Get you so wet
Welcome to the aquarium
The artist's sexual activity will cause the listener to become physically aroused and wet
Murdering every bar
Shit I'm a barbarian
Who is he? How dare they make a comparison
The artist is confident in their lyrical ability and rejects any comparison to other artists
Up and down up and down on my elevator
The artist describes their sexual activity as being comparable to an elevator going up and down
See I'm the type of nigga that'll elevate ya
The artist believes that they can enhance their partner's sexual experience
Just let that soak in
And I ain't gonna bathe off that shit, I'mma soak in
The artist wants the listener to absorb and reflect on their words and promises to do the same with their own experiences
It's poker
And I'm goin' all in
The artist is making a sexual gamble with their partner's body and putting their all into it
I got you so open all I gotta do is fall inm, uh
The artist's sexual activity has made the listener vulnerable and open to them
And I turned your man to Aaron Hall
The artist suggests that their sexual prowess will make the listener forget about any other sexual partners
My lyrics got a big dick and I just fucked the shit out of y'all
The artist's music and sexual expression is powerful and intense enough to impact the listener's mind and body
Poetic
The artist's sexual activity is artistic and expressive
Send her in the shop once I touch her with this taser tongue
The artist's tongue is so good it will make the listener uncontrollably squirm and drool
Shirt on the clothes line you could say shawty hung
The artist compares their partner's body to a shirt hung on a clothesline, emphasizing their physical beauty
Never caught up but you could say a nigga sprung
The artist is infatuated with their partner and cannot get enough of them, despite never being fully caught up
Put that up to my ear 'cause I like to hear where you're from
The artist asks their partner to share where they are from as a way of connecting with them intimately
Hop up in my rocket ship, we gon' tell them haters bye, bye
(bye bye bye) Yeah
The artist invites their partner to escape with them and leave their detractors behind
And I'ma represent my sex like I represent my city Chi
(Chi, Chi, Chi, Chi) Yeah
The artist's sexual expression is representative of their hometown of Chicago
Smoking on my melody yeah you could say we getting high (high)
Yeah (yeah)
The artist suggests that their music and lyrics are so potent they are comparable to getting high
And now I got the munchies bout to eat it call it dinner time
Yeah, okay
The artist's sexual activity has left them famished and ready to engage in further sexual activity
Pussy my address just being honest
And they say home is where the heart is
I'm just metaphorically speaking
The artist compares their desire for their partner's genitalia to their home address, emphasizing their attraction
Like a ceiling with a hole I'mma have you leaking and I
promise you gonna love it
The artist promises that their sexual activity will be so intense it will cause the listener to leak fluids
Girl my sex rich them niggas is on a budget
The artist has an abundance of sexual resources that other male individuals cannot compare to
I make it talk need no translation
I'm swimming in it need no flotation
Lock me up in it need no probation
The artist has complete control over their sexual activity and requires no outside intervention or guidance
My girl no temptations
The artist is confident in their partner's fidelity and commitment to them
Bout to make you sweat huh I turn up the Fahrenheit
The artist promises to cause the listener to sweat and turn up the heat during their sexual activity
Drink from any fountain black or white, shit that's equal rights
The artist is open to sexual partners of any race and gender, promoting equality in sexuality
I ain't talkin' hands when I tell your ass to make it clap
The artist is requesting that the listener's buttocks make a clapping noise during sexual activity
Ten out of ten times you came shit that's a stating facts
The artist boasts of their ability to give the listener an orgasm ten out of ten times during sexual activity
And I love the things you do with your lips when you looking back
The artist appreciates and enjoys the listener's sexual expressions and actions
Put that pussy right up on my head that't a fitted cap uh
The artist is referencing the sexual position of a woman sitting on top of them with their genitalia on their head, likening it to a fitted cap
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Come and feed me baby (come on and feed me baby)
And I'm so hungry, baby feed me
All I can eat baby
Girl let me get you mad pregnant
The artist continues to express their sexual desire for their partner and desires to impregnate them
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Robert Sylvester Kelly
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