(((spenserian sonnet & )))
(((grown folks only, sorry young'ns)))

midnight, quiet storm's on. summer rains begins to fall.
inside this impala, the temperatures rise.
unfair you displaying those curves..so hypnotized
distractions abroad, answerin' when intimacy calls
stimulating your mentals with no clothes off
exhibiting our lustful inhibitions.
dirty mind sayin som'thn else nasty
up in your ear, them sweet lil thangs, i'm whisperin'
the g-o-d sculpted that ebony marvel in eve's image
sis'tuh, i digs your swag, i digs your intellect
that mary j vibe. that revolutionary swag
conversation, not the rain, leaves you wet
sis'tuh, let's make love, make them windshields sweat
summer rains, cascade. hood of the car, we both gon get wet