My metered words and
Asymmetrical lines
are designed to reach Him divine ear.
Cause I need Him to hear me loud and clear.
My beautiful black man Eric,
I am no longer frightened nor sleep deprived.
Just awoke and realized I finally arrived
in my right state of mind.
I appreciate that you stay on your grind.
A real man, working hard making life grand
with a family plan. Can that plan please include me?
Promise to do my part, private and publicly.
You don’t need to control my mind ain’t nothing
in there that will ever harm you.
Ain’t the brightest wit
but my brain is lit
and like a wiz can handle formal bizness
and unless the universe has ended
will embrace your heart try mend it.
What you need? What you want?
Without a thought, How can I please you?
Never leave your side unless you ask me to.
Coming at you in a new way,
vulnerable yet brave.
Serve you hot homemade meals
from scratch no microwave.
Everyday let the freak out,
this queen. Keep it red hot.
Treat you like a cherry lollipop.
And if you say, girl stop!
Just gonna jump on top
jump with softness doe
massage your body from head to toe
with my lips. up and down
back and forth round and round feel these hips.
Please god, let me live this.
I ain’t playing no game.
I desire your last name.
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Sunday, September 18, 2022
a letter to my him no apologies
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