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A WORD WITH YOU

by Pantherion Prime

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a word with you... now... so long over due... that I find we.... spilling... both of hour... selves over into... the wee early portions of the... come of dawn. in the toast of lyrical liqueurs... I find we... the pour of... post party... conversations... we each the stir of flavor within a glass of good vibrations. the breathe of solicitous sensations... that were... last night's temptations all night... in the never parting of anything but lips... til the see... of early morn... the wet of fingertips... and tongue that never meet... a nakedness that reveals in we... so much more... than skin deep to see... yet... we not in deed... remove its clothes an exposed... afterthought in the aftermath of... mental stimulants... the scent of intellectual intoxicants... that have their own depth and level of touch. we are both... yawning so much... but... we just can't seem to let go... cause there's no boredom on the border of our fascination as it flows between... the go between... now caught between these eyes and lips... this breath of nose... the compose of a verbal kiss... a word that wills itself.... to surrender itself... in a seductive exchange of thought.... a word with you… Pantherion Prime from Pantherion Prime Scribes © 2013
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SHE BREATHES she breathes when she... breathes she breathes deep. even in her sleep it seems she... breathes through paper her words written in its... ink spills with the pen... of her most distinctive signature. when she... breathes each sentence... same as it ever was it is... wisdom then... and now in its come again... is that thing that she breathes when she... breathes she breathes letters... on the leaves she... breathes like the feathered ones in the trees... so high upon the branches in endless pagnations a first eye... situation divided in thirds... a pretty look into the book of the imaginative... a word... before... the word she... breathed and then became... the worth she was... the bleed of what gives the atmosphere and stratosphere... their heights the compose of those... patterns... that take their flight the decompose that... be the leave of... life in the very breathe of death when she breathes she breathes... the matters of the inhale and the exhale in her... holy inspiration... even in a waking state she the surmise of rising sun she to the rise... and she to the maximum of waxing moon it is assumed... she breathes good morning noon...or night she breathes she breathes she breathes she breathes when she breathes she breathes deep she breathes she breathes she breathes when she breathes she breathes my blues away the muse of me that plays she indeed.. like the fallen lead of some... stringed instrument some... winged creature beautifully alighting softly in delectable effect.. yes! when she breathes when she breathes when she breathes when she breathes she breathes deep she breathes she breathes she breathes when she breathes she like... the arrested development of a moment thus set free to be... no more lonely upon my pillow book fantasies and pantiless ...eye fantasies the length of her naked brevity when she breathes when she breathes Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014
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no need in lying... no use in my denying what I have… ALL ready told you boldly... that which I... ALL ready have… admitted to what seems to me so long ago… to doing... these unspeakable things...such... unspeakable things... within the mind of me... to you. such unspeakable things as is the delivery of the divide of me... into not one... not two but... three more of me ... to the explore of you I to… the very depths of you to live freely in the timing left the overwhelmingly uncanny lingering in the lining… of my touch. the thrusts between each bite and suck… the pinch and singe of…lick... and stick that unrestricted that you love... so much. that which brings the whole of the soul's extraction through and to the spine and to the brain in the returning back to ALL the happenings... in such. the very prick and fuck of every blessed…crack and whatever crevices… that I to cover the knowing probe of my lover with. yea! these… heavy loads of me that leave these… imprints of the seeds of I these parts of me I living as them… as I AM giving them… up on the… every inch of you. the cum whispers here to hear of lobe of ear... the open highway of your thighs to the do of you… to my eyes so beautiful the rise of twin peaks tweaked as I the sun to lie between the lips of your mons venus my pen the sea monster in the wet and sweat of your veneer I to put both its tip and a bit… of this underside upon your clit with the flattery and flittering of my… tongue. the steady drip the that pours and leaks from the very rush and gush of love. the light of brush fires with the burning liquid when once it is…I cum... and in this release of the fiery gleam of what be but my desires this lust thus flushed into the rapids of...your stream of river's rush. and oh! the ooh… and ah! of the very lush of this! quite… contrary and vile no need in lying... no use denying my child… its true. I have ALL ready died here with you … many a time indeed… many more than one time trying not to. told you boldly what I... admitted to... such... unspeakable things... yes such... unspeakable things... as what I ever do herein... the mind of me... to you... Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014
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MAKE MY SELF APPEAR I AM in a mental state that fluctuates between... one side of the moon and the other. I feel myself needing to empty myself empty myself... of the food that I have eaten the ideas that I've consumed. not knowing... and yet knowing everything... I wonder how I can find... my place in this what is the fulcrum point between the two extremes? what... is the realization of what I dream... and what is reality? I see myself... unable to see myself... in the future. not quite sure what has been of the past what... are the next steps that I must take? what are the choices that I must make on my own? I AM a tender... and yet a rough. I AM a cinder... a sender of fire and yet a wave of water empty... cold.... extremely hot ALL at once... unable to make myself... appear. pantherion speaks through prime scribes © 2014
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THE PARADOX 04:44
a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox apparently I could never be... anything… or anyone but a tight fit... inside of any other. too cramped to breathe born to be… just... too stubborn to die. the one EYE opened of me… upon the One. naught but the first sight of me… caught in the paradox... the Pandora’s box... of she... a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox she my Moon… and I... ever her Sun . the cross of Solstices… the quality of we the secret speak of... the Equinoxes eclipsed in the spill of the secretions in the milky white in… silky pink... and red. she the ink of me...of blood on sheets… the discovery of my lyric is ever found in she and I could try with ALL my strength… and I could lie... with ALL my might I could swear… not to lie with her but I could never ever… truly be with any other… lover… no one moves me quite so eloquently… no... none… but she. a self-admitted paradox no… no frame indeed… needed for me none... but her tongue… none... but her touch... none... but her name... I a freak... beneath covers of my release when I so deep inside of her… she is to me my Divine Providence… my mind’s token no doubt and... though I rule with prominence… not so wily as much as I reserved… I so livid with lust while... standing over lovely body... refusing her touch at first… denying my thirst I eventually… indulge my greed. a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox the gorge of my hunger for her… I… a changling indeed… once the lights go out and the call of ALL my darkness... of ALL my monsters... ALL my beautiful creatures... cum out. she becums me… she becums me she becums me a self-admitted paradox there is a need or a changling you see… when I cum slowly in the rivers of her love. a self-admitted paradox I ALL though… ALL ways different… she never knowing holy... me... apart from her my heart longing… for her once… twice… three times... a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox or...maybe we two remainders of an equation. a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox unsolved… yet we be resolved… in such things we two forever One… so old yet… so forever young . for a changling... is but a changling... indeed… a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox ALL and nothing and ALL though it seems like we could never be... we are... never not together. a self-admitted paradox we to be… ALL just the same a self-admitted paradox a self-admitted paradox though... sometimes... I wonder.... Pantherion Prime Speaks through PRIME Scribes 2014
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could I love you more? I would surly burst into a million pieces...
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1-800-TOUCH TONE REFLECTIONS 1-800-touch tone reflections sticky keynote selections when once we let loose this wet of you and I... of your and my seductions sweet. a little "hey love" on a tweet or a hello so.. mellow if you must... but lust let it be that... whenever you must call me and whatever you call me just... let it be the suck and squeeze of me just like candy from last to first a burst . just let it be a little bit of let it do what it do... to the lemon drop of these fantasies the drop of these panties that I see... we be the dirty deeds of these sexxy voices falling past the fading static of such dropped transmissions as have once lived in dead zones. we be... phone sexting we be... punching and redialing and *69'n til next moanin' til next... moan. 1-800-touch tone reflections... these sticky keynote selections from the write now through the night... the tingling of this... lustful jones. we heavy breathing til early mornin's dawnin' 'til when... this ear candy melts its seethes into... what it be...you clearly hear add you... hear and see hypnotically in and as this... button push of top notch user friendly erotic technology. the light whispers of these lips to appear as fantasy tips that more than slip off they so... soaked up under panties... up under clothes you... hosed up from that curl of toes down to this... slow drip that ever-flows... so low that one... if not both of them e're goes the demands of those lecherous fingers you to... never... leave off going solo. we that duo... of fist and fingers... walking through. so that I... betcha never say bye now girl betcha golly wow girl! they then can... linger there and let lust... just be yet hands free. just let it be... you to call me at 1-800-touch tone reflections... please... just let it be...those moans that will to meet with me in tongue and lips and spin sinfully on the bridge of gritted teeth. just a little treat of street car called desire til I get these touch tone reflections to speed dial by choice on my poise of noise on voice command... I chose as we round 'bout on the sidewalk of my wild talk... see we on streets to open wide and the ready of retinas red to slide behind sly lines like... whenever you call me and whatever you call me just let it be... you to call me at 1-800-touch tone reflections... please... Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014
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INSIDE MY MUSIC and MY MUSE (Between the Keys) inside my... music and my muse... between the keys. inside... my.... music and my muse... Inside my... music and my muse... between the keys if you look for me this morning and you cannot seem... to find me... I will be lost inside my music inside my... muse... inside my music I will be... tossed inside... this tide that peaks this ride of me... that speaks inside my music and my muse in the river's rush... the hush of some... simple melody and such... the giver of.. lush tongue... upon me the giver of lush tongue upon me... inside my breathe. the mind of me... the remind of me... sent dreaming and set to such... the hypnotic rhythms of the rimshot's taste... and the drop of bass... of drum. no lack of gloss herein... no glum in this I hear... and write... this... blissful come... of the understanding of the right now... the touched chords in the accord. the key board of... and tune of... lovely strings... the very thought of you... the fret of me the letting go of just the little things... to strum... my blues away... the let of me ...to just let little things... to strum... my blues away. . you see... true.... one way or another my... dark darling... lover I will be free today... I will be steeped... in these that be... the play of these... those... that greet... and be... the progressions of chords... the compose of... those I chose...... that... met me where ever the more and more... are more than those... that just arc half way... on the beat of one... and two and if we must... then we will be together there too... we two gathered together in such... matrimonial broods you my... holy bride... and I the groom ever too... on the... one accord... we would be with it of synth... and myth we to... ford the wet... across that... one word of it... the very drip of it that makes... depression leave... the fruit.. to pit... we pitched in naught but what is this... that fits... the groove and harmony? yes... I will be lost inside of you my darling...my music and my muse. so if you would... seek me out... amidst the shores of lonely I will be... tossed aside... this tide that peaks but I will be found only... therein by those... who seek for me upon the shore of me. for I've... known... no B flats to ever be found in and at... nor in that tone of... any time... within a major key of G.... even if... we be written in F sharp. I inside my music... and my muse... between the keys. inside my music... my music... my music inside my music... my music... my music inside my music... my music... my music inside my... music... and my muse... between the keys. inside my...music inside my... music... and my muse... inside my... music... and my muse... between the keys. if you look for me this morning and you cannot seem... to find me I will be lost inside my music. Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014
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well... I've tried my best... to have a word with you. if I could...say it without words say it without words if I could... I would.... say it without words if I could... say it without words this is what I'd say oh nanna nanna oh nanna nanna (repeat) I would say ALL the things I thought to say... but forgot to say... without words... without words. this is what I'd say... this is what I'd say... oh nanna nanna oh nanna nanna (repeat) I would light... a single white candle I would be silent let the crackle of the flame... do my talking for me let the lightening call your name let the thunder do the same. oh nanna nanna oh nanna nanna (repeat) if I could...say it without words this is what I'd say (musical interlude) oh nanna nanna oh nanna nanna (repeat) if I could...say it without words if I could say it... without words I would let the rain speak I would light a single white candle I would let the crackle of the flame do my bidding for me. I would speak to you through these keys. (musical interlude) if I could... recite it without lyrics if I could... say it without words If I could... read it.... without sheet music if I could... say it without... words I would let these keys... speak through me. if I could... say it without... words Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014

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This is the album A WORD WITH YOU. Like its title track it is a collection of a few things I think I've wanted to say to a woman about my love and my lust for her. Things even that I have even wanted to say but not ALL ways being able to admit to myself just what those things actually were... that is I until I put them in writing and set them in word to music.

Sometimes the lyrics came first...and then came the selected or inspired music. Other times the music came first... in a groove set by my Muse. Some of these things are deeply spiritual, pensively thoughtful... and painful even... but I would dare to say... a little humorous too. I allowed myself to delve into my fantasies a little... okay... maybe a lot... true.

In some of A WORD WITH YOU I find myself... finding myself expressing contemplativeness and recklessness, hopefulness and hopelessness ALL at the same time... ALL at once. As an artist I just create what is in my heart... in a moment... knowing very well I've made my share of mistakes along the way of trying my frst hand at remixing, arranging and writing in this my first endeavor at it... and to which I look to continue improve as I AM still learning how to prove my words and music groove worthy. To ALL of you that have supported either by making the purchase... donating or just listening thank you for taking the beginning of this journey through learning with me... that is a word with you.

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released November 6, 2014

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Pantherion Prime Riverside, California

Pantherion Prime is a pen name of mine...

it is an dentity... a personality that I use to scribe...
and describe the spiritually erotic notions and annotations
of my works in esotericeand rotic poetry.

I AM a multi-disciplinary artist who creates through sculptures through
poetry and music that could... and would reflect
the very essence of me... as a matriarchal man.
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