June 4th
You said that the path between the greeting and the freaking is vague in which most get lost.
And that’s my fault I failed to sweep you off your feet when the last one got lost. But I was attached to another love in which I had to emancipate from.That was a lesson learned, now I can major in your aesthetics in which I never plan to graduate from.
It is my ultimate desire to acquire an associates in your smile and a bachelors of arts in your ambitions. It is my oblige to worship in your mirage and to be the captain of your vision. We can cruise through blues if you over look my flaws and accept my intentions. Understand that everything is not going to be blue skies in the sun, but I’m willing to sit through bull shit 101 if you’re willing to relax and have some fun. I am so attracted to your eyes they could never lie nor deny they way you feel when we touch.I further more aspire to accumulate a masters in the depth of your mis-eduacation.
A PHD in the annual renewal of the registration to your heart.
In my hands it will never expire even in the unlikely event that we part. But there is no way we can part if we avoid sexual desires to hinder the process of learning one another from the start.I long to obtain any more information about you. I’m fascinated by the nonchalant attitude that you carry.
I swear I have never seen a woman in simple blue jeans resemble Hallie Berry.I am amazed by the way you wear your face.
It happens to be most beautiful in the early morning, before the sun takes his place. And if I am forced to gradate for you, It would have to be in heaven where other angels could appreciate the beauty in the simple things you do. It has never been my desire to make a cameo in your life, it is my intent to solely brand three letters on your chest, and allow your heart to decipher the rest.So that one day, I will be promoted from the student to the professor, giving our offspring a lesson on how much of a blessing you are to me.
On which flowers to pick you on a Sunday in May, while we grow old together and I’ll further watch you blossom.
We all improve in time, and from the cocoon I dedicate my life to watching my butterfly grow.I want to cherish you old fashion, young people have a tendency of doing it in reverse, skipping right over the dating and start sexing one another first.
I am more than willing to wait for the rest of my life to make love to you, if it means that I have the pleasure of mixing my tooth brush with yours, and leaving my clothes in our drawers for an eternity. I only want to study in your love, a course I never plan to completely graduate from.Race
Race
I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keeps racing me.
Lap 1
Tears flowing, I can’t tell if I’m coming or going. Shoelaces undone, I trip and land right on my face. And I lay there left to eat the dirt that I made, sour faced because I don’t like the taste. A simple white lie, turned in to a black out. Now I’m feeling worse than fresh meat in jail with his back out. I lied. I tried to be real, but if I had told you the deal from day one, you would have left. Had I told you I was only looking for sex and I was still interested in playing games, you would have treated me like the rest. I understand a lie wasn’t the right approach but now that I’m tired of shooting baskets, and ready to be the coach, you treat me like a regular dude. Like I was never here for you. I guess I’m paying for my mistakes, my sweet tooth got me in trouble, I admit I had a couple chocolate shakes, but everything that’s good to you… Ain’t good for you. I’m sorry I lied, but the truth is… you are wifey, but I would rather keep you on lay-away because I’m young and settling down is not in style. Right now I’d rather run wild with a couple different chicks at night and have you at home waiting to be there right by my side. I’m sorry I lied.
I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keep racing me.
Lap 2:
I pick my face up off the ground and try to move on with life, Trying to ignore the strife this world brings and live right. I continue jogging and try to gain speed, but something on my back won’t let me breathe. I pull out my asthma pump thinking it would leave, it seems so realistic, but it has to be a dream. Flat on my stomach now, arms stretched can’t move, it’s a constant struggle trying to win this race to God, when everything in America is designed for me to lose. I am guilty of lust. From the magazines, to the t.v. screen. Every where I turn my head there’s the drug beautiful women… And I’m a feine. Summer time, Houston weather, it’s hot outside and shorty’s fine. Short shorts, head wrap, nice titties in her spaghetti strap. God told me to look away, but I’m brick and it’s hard for me to stray from these cheecks. I can’t resist the way she licks that red popsicle to cool her down. I can tell she knows I’m looking by the way she twirls her tongue around the end. she starts off as just a friend, but by the end of this kinship we’re fucking, rubbing touching and sucking. Had her laying in my bed, with my bible on the nightstand. I know it was wrong, but she do it like Jada Fire and I’m her biggest fan. I am a man. And I am guilty of lust.
I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keep racing me.
Lap 3:
Chest heavy out of breathe, gained speed from somewhere but it left me. Standing alone, circling this track. And suddenly I feel a shadow over my back, but no one is there. No one to share in the hurt that I endured, no one is around to care. No one to say this is how to be a man, no father around to be an example. Mother’s off on liquor so when she tries to walk I have to watch her trample. No one around me to say it’s okay for a man to cry, no one to teach me the importance to tell the truth, so I lie. And I question God why? If this is wrong than why would you create me this way. And if its all sin then why create me this way. And I cry.
I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keep racing me.
Will I even make lap 4?
