Overflowing thoughts with an interlude for being rude. No intentions to mention the tension in the sexual section. Love miles away, happiness smiles away, head high, but my eyes low everyday. I wonder how many times i have to say i miss you, before i crack and buy a round trip ticket dude. Surprise on how long we last, thanks for puttin faith in me. But some of the verdict comment otherwise, call that shit Casey Anthony. You mad at me, or glad to be gradually happy in the safety of my arms. Promising no harm, till it hits the sheets. Slow wind, bump and grind, Keith Sweat on repeat. Her pleasure goes first, i listen to what she says. And when i finish baby i promise you won’t be feeling most of your legs. I have no bad thoughts, only thinking of the best for her. We ‘re playin Romeo & Juliet, and we refuse to break character.

You might not get this shit.