Woman
I hear the way you talk to me about me … and I heard the whispers by your
friends about me type conversation through you… and I have only one thing to
say … you make me want to see me through your eyes because I curious , I am
truly intrigued about this person that you see . When your lips part and you
call me King what does that real mean?… because when I call you Queen I know
what I mean it’s more than what my eyes call your body type scene, not the sculpture
of curves (looking so soft) but essence of your woman hood and a light that’s rarely
ever seen, when you say we live in world full of contradiction and I am the force
that stops so much of the affliction by being a contradiction and keeps your
heart ticking? when I first met you
could not get enough of telling me how “you were fine on your own” now you make me late for
work when I got to leave when you pull me back talking about “ I don’t want to be alone”… What did you see in that
god that made you confess “ you don’t wana do the rest of your life on your own but you want to get away from
the crowd and have me all to your own”.
What is it you see that makes you stand naked by door when I come home covered
in my shirt…? I aint complaining trust me Ma it really appreciated I am always
ready because it works… what are you thinking when you use that finger to tell
come here, then you whisper …. (x rated lol) in my ear.. what do you mean when
you say I sound desert rain and you are staved of soul water, that smile on
your face when say … “your that I am perfect thought you never would thought of”
… Are you telling me the truth and what is it about DNA do you see through my
skin and veins to the blood when you say “ I want to give you a son and
daughter”… I get confused when say “your still learning how to love me like you
outta” … I think there more …lol … if I made
you feel any other way than you’re doing amazing … what is that you’re thinking
when my backs turned but I feel your eye
glazing… ( sound of the pen down) So yeah we can be alone together for ever…
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