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.

I Wanted So Bad!

He called me, and I answered.
I wanted so bad to make him a part of my world;
Wanted him to enter gently, mess up the place;
Cause a little disturbance, bring a smile to my face.
I wanted so bad for him to take me back to where our love met,
The long days and private nights of calculated kisses and cold Moet.

He called me, and I answered.
I wanted so bad for him to cum and never leave;
Wanted him to relax, sit back, and thank the heavens above
For the perfect fit; nestled tightly in me like hand in glove.
I wanted so bad for those moments to last until eternity,
So I’d never have to reminisce, and only be left to a memory.