Yea, I Be On it

I be on that Bullshit.

He be like, “I’m tryna come over and kick it.”

I be like, “you can do more than kick it.

You can take it, and you can taste it, and you can

Do everything, but forsake it.”

In my mind, all is well;

I want him close enough to smell

The sweet fragrance I sprayed on the inside of my knees.

But far enough that I can talk my shit and play the tease.

I be on that Bullshit

He be like, “I’m tryna come over and chill?”

I be like, “you can do more than chill.

You can lick me up and lick me down until’

I’m all filled up and ready to spill.”

In my mind all is well;

I want him close enough to tell

Me how peaks of my breast rise and fall taking in deep breaths

But far enough that I can talk my shit and play the damsel in distress.

I be on the Bullshit.