Conversations

The naked curiousity of the way we would relate

got me tryna keep my shit straight

I'm tryna keep things on the right plane

until you ready to consume what's on this plate

quick kisses make my lips swell and legs quake

unable to contain the thought,

I can't lie and say I'm not tryna meet your Rock

forever afraid that I won't be able to control this if it were to evolve into more than a thought

its not my fault that you think my stroll is a strut with a fuck walk

but all in all, I'm tryna just talk

the goods are the bomb- we'd be so gone

but at the beginning is where we gotta start

Our energies are what make the sky blue and the moon shine in the dark

but you seeming real intent on getting my legs to part

so I'm telling you now to just stop

entry into my femininity is not the way to my heart

but, Yeah, I feel good

just like everything you touch, you make good like southern food

gotta stand back and give you your due

but I am sure the women who don't leap at the sight of you are few

I understand you to be an awesome dude

but I'm just tryna give you food...

for thought

But I see you would rather eat me instead

flaterry doesnt matter to me

and no I won't let you just put in the head

I'm tryna get in your head

 

instead of the bed, so

let's

just

Talk.

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" aka "Poet B. Lee" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.