His sexy made him slow
with a 4.O
in
"I know everything there is to know"
in his boredome, weve all become so predictable
so undesireable
he resides in the underside
of everything women tend to hide
poppin secrecy like sunflower seeds
before the feed of soil to grow into some kind
of predicted originality
leading his ladies like that of the funny strips
in newspaper clips, reading all disasters from
his own depiction,
hes to fine to waste his time on proper conversation
listening is for notation, just a motivation
to further along his scribble for a prescription...
cause we all have baggage before the trips end
His sexy
copied from pics in underwear mags
cannon arms like knives wide with cuts you can nuzzle in
perfected honesty over a mischevous grin
the kinda man that pulls a
OH MY DAM!
outta your diaphram, too fast to catch with
the palm of your hand
and hide behind your lips
hoping to blow it out with a kiss
yet in the middle of your mental trip
you build up a mental brick
before his mental melts into your veins and
he drips inside of your skull with a fierce grip
he expects this
Predictable patience
predictable structure,
can tell from your walk whats the best way to approach her
Predictably fell
allow him to ride my tail,
with a six pack,and a smart mouth from hell
sharply shrewd, still testing the waters depth
hoping its deeper than what he expects,
hoping its more than just sex...
yet
while he diagnosed me,
he tasted my words before my tongue could form them
I coulda asked the questions to get his jugular girating
pumping flow back to the mechanisms
to actually mustar clever answers
to cut through his musty throat unused since
first semesters...
Hes not aware
that the answers where placed clear
He reads into every motion
without noticing
Hes the reason im here
Every woman knows how far she will go
as bait,
so when you think you know, believe were aware
cause the answers where placed,
before the questions where even a debate,
and
oh what a tangled web we weave
as black widows with degrees to mislead.
wow now thats a break dow fo ya ass..hes to fine to waste his time on proper conversation listening is for notation, just a motivation
to further along his scribble for a prescription...cause we all have baggage before the trips end..that line was too ill...dope write
oh my jeez...first let me say all the muscles on that man are ridiculous!!! too damn much! "yet in the middle of your mental trip
you build up a mental brick
before his mental melts into your veins and
he drips inside of your skull with a fierce grip " word...i feel this one mama...you did your thing...