Love Jones

"But right now I'm the sight-raped hunter... blindly pursuing you as my prey. & I just want to give you injections... of sublime erections... & get you to dance to my rhythm... make you dream archetypes... of black angels in flight... upon wings of distorted, contorted... metaphoric jizm.

"I ain't worried about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather then deal w/the fallacy... of this dry-ass reality... I'd rather dance & romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.

"& right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Is that all right?"