jewelry

+ you're drugs

here’s the thing
the shit she wears in spring
birthed what the fucks
&, this shit is nuts
distracted, by everyone attractive
& salacious places we’ve fucked
or occasionally sucked’ faces
erasing your make up, with our taste buds
just incase you're curious
on what to expect during brunch
pretty sure you’ll taste love
nothing so so, about bottomless mimosas
& how i present celebrations
hurry up, get closer; keep up with me
cause i'm too much, frequently
in one week, one wink, can make you way too comfy
to where you don’t say un-cuff me
you only say you want me
fuck you, when you say, fuck me
we’re simply saying, we’re fucking
on display in front you
i serenade i want you
i unbraid your buckle
with my mouth, untuck your blouse
the parade in front you
waves Jamaican flags
fuck you thought this was
gullah & j’ouvert, made this man
to puddle wear you lay
hug & huddle, ricocheting trouble in your way
bathing in, discovery bay
ignoring tourist see us, in ocho rios
cuddling up dunn’s river falls
& greet us with disgust & applauds
giving zero fucks; since we’re aware it’s only us
it sucks to be y’all
as you’re more than just, the cherry at the pinnacle
you’re drugs, & i’m clearly going through withdrawal
you're drugs
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+ pretty woman

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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+ confess

i'm not abstract
i don't have that, ability
to camouflage my delivery
in a sea or barrage of, pseudo soliloquies
to elude to, wanting you to, include you
in my life's shenanigans
i'm a fanatic, & i write like i'm panicking
planting gems, planning hymns, panning them
from left to right, like a typewriter
it's all about her & i, cause i like to write her
like, i like to go to sleep at night
right beside her
cause like, i like her; like, i really like her
i'm suggestive, not just to impress her
just a little impressive composure & pressure
will keep us closer together
& could continue our exposure to pleasure
more than just, for her to undress
cause that's what i suggest when i write
she just needs to confess
it's me she needs
for the rest of her life
confess

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