| Need of Luv I hate the way… it’s hard for me to say this I hate the way you make it hard for me to leave… Even when I’m just thinking about you I’m trying to figure out another way to please….. you Whether it’s feeding you one of my down home southern-bred concoctions Or whispering those words that make your goose bumps start popping Or like when I’m rubbing the world out of your body from your upper ego to your lower torso I hate the way you embrace me like you’ve known me forever, when its only been a couple of months, we ain’t even kissed yet and you got a brotha ready to try forbidden never seen on TV acrobatical love stunts Got me ready to taste every inch of you from your ins to your outs from foot to mouth I’m ready to give you what you need and then what you want... And sadly to say I can’t stand this Got my emotions running ramped, they were under control but you just had to be so bold And make yourself known, “Oh he gone want this,” I can hear your lil cocky tail now… But Ms. Cleo in jail and I can’t se you as a prophet so I’m wondering how you got me jumping out of my cockpit of control Wishing I had 12 degrees of Fahrenheit so we’d be more compatible or was it Kelvin or Celsius, Glory de excelsior, Woman you got my soul sanging Hallelujah and ready shout…. Remember that first slow dance, when we held each other, hope I didn’t poke you But your skin was so soft and sweet like a buttermilk biscuit, Oooohhh you just make a brotha want to sang AAAALLLLWWWWWWAAAAAAAYYYYYYYSSSSS AAAANNNNNDDDDDD FFOOOOORRRREEEEEEEVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRR Can somebody tell me what it is, sometimes I think I know then I wake up, Whatever it is, it’s got me ready to come out with words like Taalem Acey like “If you ain’t seen me with her, you ain’t seen me alive” But I’m gone keep it simple, cause I see this is what you have been waiting for... so STOP!!! Stop analyzing the situation and recognize me for the man that I am I’m your purpose in life, like hieroglyphics were meant to be in scripted in scrolls God made you for us to have a connection of our souls We weren’t able to “be” in the life before so this is our “next lifetime” and in this life I ain’t taking no for an answer, can’t you see that we are the cure for each other’s displaced heart cancer We go to levels beyond, so beyond that our love is contagious like pink-eye, and don’t think I ain’t thought this here through, I need you I need you like Afros need picks, like lollipops need licks, non-stop We can’t keep running, so woman come home, woman come home... |
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