Poem -

Don't Know What To Call It

Don't Know What To Call It

As she lies down, she thinks she wants to do better
she's smart, but for him she is not clever
he has her mind all flustered and twisted up
she just wants him to beat it up

He has a lot of potential, but none for her
being in a relationship will never occur
in reality, she knows her time is being wasted
she loves his pleasure, it is advance, not basic

He makes her feel like it is her first time
making her talk in tongues as he licks down her spine
for the night, he's all she needs
in his abilities, she trusts and believes

When he leaves, he tends to never call
she doesn't care, she is his booty call
people will take advantage of you when you're weak
next time, girl roll over and go to sleep!
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Martice...

I read somewhere, Easy To Get, Easy To Forget...

Lessons are for learning even while we learn from others...

Swim with the Frogs or Stay on Land...

Great message!

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Christopher Correia

Martice, I must say, I love this poem, and I'm not particularly 'looking' for 'messages' in the poetry genre, honestly I delight in words, imagery tone and fresh points of view in wordplay, and this write reads as a pure delight, I'm following you, that's for sure, great to discover a poet with your talent, cheers man

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