from short distance & afar, you're a star
you aren't a mistress, you are more
you are the mrs.; second to nobody
your body, comes second to no body
no probably, repeatedly, i know i'll be
exceedingly pleading we
make us wake up, having morning sex
before we ever kiss & make up
pouring stress, on the curb, for the herd, who ain't here
so they can observe, before you, i've been living in pain here
i came here, so you could distract me
exactly how you distract me
i focus on your dopeness, & attack it like tackling
you're so gorgeous, you're Folgers; the best part of waking
is me naked, looking over at you naked
kidnapping me in the blanket
wrapping me, like the spider dude
sliding me, inside of you
i'm gonna lie to you, about something stupid
& you'll prove it
we'll bicker, we'll fuss
just as quick, we'll kiss & make up, then we'll fuck
the story of us, is filled with good mornings, passion, & lust
clashing, disgust; break ups, make ups
then finale with trust; renewed vows, to rally around us
ooh child, this dude you found, with you, is proudly in love
looking over at you naked
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