Tell me why
When I’m with you it just feels right
Why you are the sight and the feel…
That makes any place like home
Baby the rich dark chocolate that is your skin
Reflects the solidity corresponding to masculinity
Your essence, your entity
Yes indeed, the solid soul and oh-so-solid body (mmm.)
I need in my man
I love your palms, like warm cocoa butter
Your touch penetrates far beneath my skin
My soul absorbs your nourishing caress
And nothing less
nothing less
Can ever win me over again
The way you have, my first obsession, my sweet, sweet sin
And Lord I know I did wrong
“Dangerously in Love”? – heh, it ain’t just a song
Cuz baby you’re an addiction
Just as strong as heroin
Your scent turns me into a vixen
in a fraction of an instant
It takes it’s toll as I’m
tossed
between lust and conviction
Passion and intuition at odds with sobering cognition
Yet and still then
I’m left with a heart full of hope
That out of ashes and smoke from a love high on dope we can make a comeback
On something pure, not faking to cope, or losing our souls on a whimsical stroke
Of a tantalizing hand on a heated neck
Supple and breathless and beck-
on-
ing…
…Another ride for old times sake
…A ride barely escaped….
And then here you go and pull this mess…
Yea that high feels good til you crash so hard
Hindsight's 20/20 boo, (or at least getting clearer) and I'm learning it
Felt the descent, and somehow still thought you might catch me
But I see you never care to let me down easy
The pattern’s repeating
While by conventional terms not cheating
In truth you are, in word, in body, and in heart
You split two treasures apart
Rarely meaning what you’re speaking
Got all these suckaz eating
Straight outcha hand
Well I’m taking a stand
No more will I, mister man
One day I hope you realize what you threw away
Army boi, you should understand the value of a rude awakening
(Of course that’ll be the hand of God…)
Baby, I still love you, and because I love you
I hope it slaps you hard in the face
Hope it stings like mace, and leaves the bitter taste
Of cold metal
Then when you’re ready to ace, and pick up the chase you yourself began
Pursue
What your own father called the best thing that ever happened to you
If that ever happens, please know you better come correct
And don’t think you’ve got a lifetime either, boo
Finally taking your advice, tryna move on
Better hope I don’t find someone new…
…But I ain’t gon’ front, I still pray it’s you
05-02-A.D. 2010
revised 07-07-A.D.2010
