She beautiful like the moon on a brite nite
she be on my mind when i turn out the lite lites
lol SERiOUSly now
okokok (serious face)
Beauty is she
Beauty is she when i glare at her face
Beauty is she
nope
When i see her face i swallow air
she makes me nervous,
like a secret bout to come to surface
the smell of her hair
she scared me
she scared me cuz she saw right through me
even through the mask, the cave ive hidden in for years
she sees me
started from dancin to talkin to sleepin to feelin and kissin
questions and suggestions
the statements she would make pierced my soul,
no the words werent sharp, the words were unfamiliar
even without showing, her words were knowing
how was this possible?
verbs reverberating through my body from top to bottom
adjectives adding onto me like knives to raw hide
thats how she had me
unexpectedly affected me for i wasnt searching for this kind of truth
yet she gave it to me effortlessly accompanied by
her affection, her warmth, her booty
every sleepover was a journey
i grabbed her plums
and played with her vines
babygirl had me lost
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