You
be like …The reason I rush home
It’s
hard for me in this day age to explain to my male friends why after work I rush
home, That aint got it like we got it she is my philosophers stone, she takes
my tears my hurt my stress my struggle in turns in laughter and smiles I consider
that gold, the corner stone of a happy home … click click click when I hear
thoughts in a poem, she about Tec-nine I
am about pac but both deeply love Nina Simone. I don’t understand why other men
are ashamed of their women when is see her I be like l that’s me right there,
you see here you see me in my absence she speaks with my authority, she aint
perfect but with what Mr Gods gave her dam! She work it there no doubt in head
every moment with her is blessing and worth it … always late for work because I
need she need the one more kiss last kiss it… her voice and poetry mix like rum
and coke the sweetest something to penetrate my ear, cute wide eyes honest
speak clear , like come here tell me your fear , you had a long day lay your
head right here, she doesn’t like alcohol but she still offer me a beer … she knows how
to talk to man like “ your so divine and love the way you move mind and draw on my body with you touch and tongue I enjoy every line …” and your
telling me I don’t want to rush home to that…, how do I explain to you about
the real when you so used to surface and artificial… what can I say shorty is official…
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