Hours

So it’s 4:05
& I think about my thighs 
That I want you to rub
Because at these times I need pure unadulterated love

& I look at my bed seams 
That I usually squeeze 
When my back starts to arch 
And my legs start to quease 
And then your covers become a tangled mess underneath our heated beings 

So then I think about your lips 
My hands locked on your hips 
Riding like I stole something 
Or I’m chasing after kids
Tasting you like Adam and God said he forbid 
Can’t help but to think about the lust that we’re amid 

We’re intimate and so into it 
And you would think we had a limit 
Cuz the pace that we’re going is like 5,000 strokes a minute
Maybe not 
But I’m just spitting 
Times just slipping
My head’s spinning 
You keep licking 
And I’m just grinning 
Cuz god damn baby, I’m fucking winning 
I mean….

It’s 4:20
Time to blow it down
But instead your going down
& I’m serving up a wave for you to crash in drown in
The two colours of our chocolate covered brown skin melt into one 
& the sun, that’s barley up yet swims across the skyYour hand sits upon my thigh
My hand sits upon your head
Your fingers trickle on my leg

5.
Suns up
And your up too
Still we make love like were in Europe’s view
French kissing like were on a secret mission in Moulin Rouge 
I do J’adore Vous
I do adore you
My hands they explore you
And like I said we’re on a mission
So kissing wouldn’t be off mission since were in a cabaret
I can tell we’re almost done but I can can almost feel that I’m about to cum
As you come closer
And as you cum over again

6.
You lick your lips
I dip my hips
We cuddle in the covers full of our lovers juice
I think I can call this lovers abuse
But I’m loving the abuse because I seduce and produce
The level of love that we make that’s massaged in our nous.

7.

Incompatible

I no longer think we’re compatible
Sex drive, crash, collateral damage
I mean sometimes I think I can manage
The gaps
In the time, the signs
Warnings 
That tell me I’m losing my mind
Because you’re not really mine and possessions a bitch
That I do
Because I never see you
& you never call
Maybe I climbed too far up that wall
and put my myself on pedestal that I can’t even haul 
Too high to think about falling 
Because I still have to think about hauling 
That pedestal down a little lower
& I’m trying not to frown
But this space and my empty memories of your face
Downloaded images I want to erase 
Cuz I’m mad
But I’m sad so I think about other things 
Not like I have other flings to take me out of this space
Not like I have other tings to take me out on dates
Distance 
More like resistance and heavy persistence
A together-ly act of one to try and change the instance
Is what we don’t have
Consistency?
It’s up for grabs
But why I should I re take it 
I’m somebody, a person to have
But why should I fake it
For you?
Yeah I’m somebody
But no one to you
I get it
I can’t sweat it 
Regret it or fret it
So I roll up my tears, blow it down and shed it 
I’ve been crying for a hour now
And I can’t tell if it’s my thoughts or the smoke that loud 
I think I’m done with these thoughts
I placed them up on a cloud
So now I’m only try to think if our compatibility is allowed
Because I like attention and you like your distance
But see, you can tell you want me then refuse coexistence
So I no longer think we’re compatible 
Sex drive was great but we crashed.
Collateral 
Damage
Incompatible