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