I caught a glimpse of her silhouette in the mirror…
With the wax spinning…
Writing wax poetics…
With the wax dripping…
Blaq visions from blaq eyes follow blaq thighs across room…
Listening to 4’5’s…
Bird’s tune…
Sepia’s the mood… Smoke consumes
the ozone…
Kinda Blue tis the moon…
Her body twas cold work…
Yet hotter than end of June…
Hard to keep my cool…
Let alone not drool…
But no sweat…
She’ll get wet long before
I do…
I swear,
I swore…
If all weren’t fair in love and war…
She’d be cheating with the way she moves…
Sippin a Stella as she grooves…
Second hand smoke mellows as it soothes…
Body shaped like Chello when she’s nude,
“We should roll like Rello, Me and You”,
I told her…
Cappuccino complexion of Folders…
Pull me close, feel my heart's osmosis...
Are chemistry’s real like Haiku’s from soldiers,
The closer she is,
The harder to focus…
The closer she is,
The harder to focus…
Are chemistry’s real like Haiku’s from soldiers,
Pull me close, feel my hearts osmosis...
Cappuccino complexion of Folders…
“We should roll like Rello, Me and You”,
I told her…
Body shaped like Chello when she’s nude,
Sippin a Stella as she grooves…
Second hand smoke mellows as it soothes…
If all weren’t fair in love and war…
She’d be cheating with the way she moves…
She’ll get wet long before
I do…
I swear,
I swore…
Hard to keep my cool…
Let alone not drool…
But no sweat…
Her body t’was cold work…
Yet hotter than end of June…
Sepia’s the mood… Smoke consumes
the ozone…
Kinda Blue tis the moon…
Blaq visions from blaq eyes follow blaq thighs across the room…
Listening to 4’5’s…
Bird’s tune…
With the wax spinning…
Writing wax poetics…
With the wax dripping…
As I caught a glimpse of her silhouette in the mirror…
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