since meeting you
under my breath, i've confessed… you're unbelievable
yet, it's been a half a minute since, i've said something meaningful
making your smile extend
leaning to, the Lord, for His helping hand
He's reasonable, & less absorbed
with my fast forward lesson plan
as i yawn, at impressions skeptics draw
using substance, to avoid assumptions; connecting four
not to impress, but if it does, then that's more than something
satisfying you, then surprising you, when you weren't expecting more
see, i'm a voyeur
confronting my desires to, admire you, beyond the corridor
my mind's designing i & u, more & more
eyeing you, as i listen
i am in tuned, to your feline intuition
insisting, i'm not only looking at your lips hun
though i envision, it’s yum when i kiss them
super star, take my heart; take my money; take some pictures
pretty woman, right you are, this shit is funny; it’s ridiculous
we met sunday; now it’s monday; merry christmas
this poem’s a necklace, that fuckin’ glistens
it’s holy moly stunning; it’s like holding money
the lonely can only glimpse in
my mission insists to keep the corners of your lips up
it’s so becoming
& your complexion’s delicious
i'm wishing, that dress would loosen at the hips some
expose your yummies
& slide off your shoulders, while i hold you, in multiple positions
you’re so dope, my nose is running
i’ve overdosed on your lines of coke, soaked in honey
& now i’m cumming
damn… you’re standing in front of, such a man
with a healthy appetite, to bite you all the places that you like
being blunt, while using subtleties to make you understand
this is exactly what i want
by tracing circles in your hand
read my mind & in between these lines
it's you all the time… no buts, ifs, or ands
pretty woman
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