The Gigolo

Chris Brown

Ain't too much to say about me.
I'm tall enough to make ceilings nervous and women curious.

Six-nine, lean build, ink on my skin, and a face people swear they seen somewhere before.

I move quiet.
Talk smoother than I should.

Got a job that ain't really a job - more like a skill set women pay heavy for.

High class. Private. Discreet.

I don't chase.
I don't fall.
I don't stay.

I'm the man they call when their husbands ain't listening, their boyfriends ain't touching, and their loneliness too loud.

I fix things... bodies, moods, nights -
never hearts.

That was the rule.
And then I met her.

Small thing, brown skin glowing, eyes too honest for a man like me.
Karina Coleman.

A problem I shouldn't want.
A softness I got no business touching.

But I felt that pull.
Deep. Dangerous.

Like she ain't walk into my life -
she cracked it open.

Now I'm just trying to figure out if I'm supposed to walk away...
or let myself break every rule I ever made.