see, lately i been kind thinking bout you
i find it hard to admit it, but i did it
trying hard to concel it, so i hide it
trying hard to put down my guard and just reveal it- u wanna hear it?

I accept everything about myself… i know how we met- i have no apologies, no regret you light me like a cigarette, but i cant get in to deep…cant take another leap…cause the pool is half empty or half full…whatever way you see it…i cant be it but i cant help but be it.

i guess im use to not feeling…cause if i dont have feelings than my heart will need no healing i’m something like davey jones locker i threw my heart away like a bag of burnt orville redenbacher.

See, i’m tryin not to really like you.
Trying not to get attached.
But your an original in a world of copies- I like that! You on the right track.
Sex so good that i dont even wanna push back.
I’m not trying to make this poem about sex, but i guess that’s what it is but you’d b scoring in the 90’s if sex was a pop quiz. I mean- it is what it is. I’m loving how you handle your biz.

Toni Morrison said “if you surrendered to the air, you could ride it” well, i surrender…can i ride it.

i know what we had wasnt serious, but still i’m curious (sigh…1,2,3) Can we do it again?