For your lonely night,
Can I be your slave,
Cuz my body is calling for you,
And I'm digging you like a grave,
I guess this is what they call the love jones,
Cuz I'm feeling tinkles from my head down to my toes,
You make me feel like an r&b song,
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can barely think you been running through my mind all day long,
Yes we are friends but I wanna be your lover,
What would you say if I said I wanted to dance under the cover,
We can make sweet music our bodies can be the instruments,
You'll beat it up like a drum while we get intimate,
Or maybe not we can just lay back and stare at the stars above,
And conversate about our past, our present, our future while we sip on some Jamaican rum,
I know I'm coming off to strong but what can I say,
You're a king and this queen needs you here to stay,
I'm not trying to scare you off but it kills me to see you with somebody else,
You maybe taken but I want you all to my self,
Can't you see we were meant to be,
This isn't lust or some phase this is our true destiny,
So for your lonely nights even though you are not truly mines let's pretend that you are,
And let's make under the moon and the peeping stars,
And as the sun shine and takes its place you'll go your way and I'll go mine,
But when the night comes to take its place again make sure you make it to my place on time.
YOU ARE READING
Uncle Sam, Goddamn
Poetry"I'm fucked up, nigga you fucked up, but if God got us, nigga we gon' be alright"- Kendrick Lamar Tyler Perry gave us the Diary of a Mad Black Women. I give you, The Poems Of A Black Youth, Uncle Sam, Goddamn.
