A sword that is to my throat with pressure locking my words in knots.
I’m terrified of you when you speak directly to me.
Distracted by your beauty -
I can’t comprehend a thing. Then those eyebrows rise like the feathers on a falcons wing.
And I’m the prey.
Slicing me with your weapon, penetrating through all shields with a blade tracing poison, pinpointing exactly where I feel.
Like a lid over an impossible volcano finally being kept shut. While the magma for you slowly boils in the depths of my gut.
Should I love you?
I ask a white flag of defeat.
If not while awake, then fast asleep.
“Chasin’ love, all the bittersweet hours lost
Eatin’ Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce
Tell your boss you need an extra hour off
Get you super wet after we turn the shower off"
"I’ve got an eye out for she who cries out passionately
We’ll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I’m too young to be settling down
quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul, honest me gotta be how I roll
Fuck the rhythm, tuck the rhythm under your bosom
You’re the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let’s rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds ‘til there’s no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000… HARD!”