I once knew a gentleman who took me to.....well y'all know what I mean.
He gave me forbidden fruit for sensual sight.
He was the cookie to my milk.
Oh yea he did a body good.
He did me right.
Took advantage of my naive plight.
You see I was an unplucked flower.
A color purple, unseen.
Waiting for my day
When I would become somebodys bouquet.
And how I miss dipping his cookie into milk.
Heh, I was the creamy filling to his oreo.
Although I miss His touch
I dont crave it that much.
Let me break it down, yall.
Forbidden sensual fruit?
Milk n Cookies?
Let me put it to yall like this.
If I was Eve, he'd be the conniving Snake.
If I was Samson, he'd be Delilah.
If I was Effie, he'd be my Curtis...
And I am telling you, Im not going
No longer letting the physical choose my destiny.
Always thinking with logic.
Head First or Feet First.
Im coming out on top,
But just because I enjoy the memories.
Does not make me weak.
Let me tell yall
I may miss His touch.
But I dont really crave it that much.
I see it as a lesson learned.
Mr Hughes once asked; "What happens to a dream deferred?"
My dreams are here in word.
You see cause even if my dreams are un done deeds.
I can always write them out for all to see.
I am happy to acknowledge my past mistakes through poetic lyric.
Untill my next high yall