It's Just...
See, I have had alot of attention in my life |
but some have been bad and some have been good |
Now to no avail, I always believe some things happen
for a reason |
Unbeknownst to others, but only by God |
So since fate and cupid has put us together, and no
one but us can fuck it up, I am willing to go forth to tell you that |
See, it is just something.....hmmmm |
I have not been able to get off this high horse |
This worldwind love affair |
This chocolate tidal wave of persuasive energy |
This catalysmic energy escaping from your pores and
melting into my orifice at a rate of ten heart beats per minute |
See, it is just something.....hmmmm |
This mental, physical, sexual, sensual fuck game |
This twisted wrong of right |
This Caribbean City hoop on Sunday |
This inevitable courtship |
This Wishfulness unit of love |
See, it is just something.....hmmmm |
No one understands me because no one is there when
I cum |
No one can feel me because your arms, those sexy ass
arms, shield me from predators |
No one can touch it, because either your tongue or
penis fills it up and trust, there is no more room |
See Rasheed, damn, fuck you |
It is just something.....hmmm |
See there is no reason for all of this anger |
But yet, I am |
I am angry |
I am angry that the day only consist of 24 hours because
that isn't enough time for us to talk |
I am angry that my body tires because I am still willing
to cum after 11 times |
I am angry that I can miss you when you are standing
right next to me |
My body throws fits when you are not laying on top
of it |
I can't help it. I may not have asthma, but I am always
out of breath |
No one |
No one understands that I need to joing Chocolate
Annonymous because I may not be OK |
I can't understand that if my cell phone doesn't ring
from you, then my heart hasn't accomplished anything |
See, my friends probably have all these feelings for
the boys they have around them, and I am sure that they are happy to have
boyfriends, but why have a boy when you can have what I have, a MAN |
| See, boys are for 12th graders and their High School
crushes |
or for my little cousin in the eighth grade |
I have a upcoming man on my side |
The walls inside of me would Rodney King a boy |
I need a man to fight them back |
See, damn I'm wet! |
Shit, it is just something.....hmmm |
See, I have no idea how or what format I wrote this
and I am sure you probably will still be stuck on the dentist, but I think
this expresses my true feelings |
I have liked you since you called me at 5:21am on
December 7th, 2003 |
I am probably precautious, but when you are feeling
someone, there is no need to be shy |
Yes, I still have my wall up because I am bracing
myself for the inevitable |
Yes, I still think you might fuck up |
and yes, I will probably black out and fight you on
the spot |
But until then, I will continue melt when you touch
me |
Scream when you fuck me |
Cry when you like me |
Laugh when you tickle me |
Get wet when you want me |
and respect you at all times |
Stand behind you in your attempt to succeed |
and just be your left lung because this feels so right |
I might be rambling or you might not like this poem,
but I am being me and this is how I am |
So whenever you feel that I am not in like with you |
or my mental radio isn't tuned in on your station |
Just remember, |
I am in this as long as you are and I intend to do
my job |
Now unless I am fired or I quit, I am down to work
for what we have made a foundation for |
A nice caring relationship that makes me happier everyday
I am in it |
But enough of this mushy shit, for I am not done speaking |
See, it is just something.....hmmmm |
I am happy |
Yes, I am |
Happy I know you |
Happy I know you have birthmarks all over your body |
And I know enough about you to like enough about you |
SO as I sit here and my friends ask me to describe
what I have |
I will say |
I have fire in my heart; no breath in my lungs |
and seduction in my pores, and they all go "what
else?" |
I will leave them mesmorized when I go |
See, Rasheed, that beautiful man, in undescribable |
See, it is just something.....hmmmm! |
By: Teresa S. |