Because it happens sometimes...
My body yearns and aches for you .. it cant remember all the fucked up shit you do.
Just a dictionary a picture and a playbook of all the twist and turns,
Steamy looks Rolling thru my head everyday as if your not the same Nigga you where yesterday.
She remembers only your touch your deep...scent and all the boundaries you bent...My midnight my pleasure my pain my favorite game... my African Adonis full of promise. That aggressiveness damn I miss!
The stretch.... the pleasure the pain missing parts of midnight my favorite game
Having a hard time not dailing your line even after writing that last line so gracefully I.. we take our bow as a women should...so bye for now
Cause I know we are not thur you'll show up pretending to be brand new
Trying to convince me that your love is true. So I...we (wink, wink) take our bow
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You know, it took me a while to want to comment on this. But, right now I do admit I still get weird when I read this poem. I think because I know who the poem is about. It is a good poem even if I do feel a twinge of jealousy towards it.