Epiphany
Watching
Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder
Fire in his eyes, hands getting bolder
Quiet, quietly growing excited
Dug him for his bank account
But really for his private
Damn about a mindset
Really wasn't into that
Needed me some pleasing
Jawn looking real phat
Laid back was his foreplay
All that was needed, needed was some of that
Started simple, massaging on my temple
Pinching on my mountain peaks that a sista into
I responded, 'Mmm...'
You like the sound, I like makin' it more
I felt for the rock and shore
Enough, he brought it close so I could really see
Up close he slid between my breast
Sweaty with lust and sweat
Rode Mt. Saint Scott till ooh-hoo...
Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
Blended with my all day Chanel scent
This freaking was incredulent, decadent
Flip side, stomach meets sheets
He plows inside as if he's making beats
As if this year's harvest depended on it, bendin' on it
Back on my back old-fashioned is renewed
Red toenail polish on white walls
Documenting this freaking, ahhhhh...
I must...remember...to thank him...later
No no no, no no no
I take charge of the ship
Moving with my back and my hips
Like my ancestors did
Speaking the Bantu, Ranga and Tonga
But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer
But it's too late, I put him to sleep
Curled all up, spasm all in his feet
Feeling all proud like I did something deep
It ain't really nothin', it's the way that it be
For a North Philly sister reppin' hard like me
But why do I feel so empty?