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My thoughts race

As I struggle to comprehend

My fascination with your charm

Your life is constant hustle

You watch over cold shoulders

And put rocks in children’s hands

You have no ambition

Your only goal is to make it through the day

I’ve never been the type to pray- til maybe today

And everywhere I go

I’m flattered by the lookout

And I’m grateful for the obsession

Because it feels like you give a fuck

The hickies you etch into my skin

Put claim on me

And I want claim on me

The hazards in your life

Thrill me

And if I’m not careful- they could probably kill me

But it’s a risk I’m happy to tolerate

Your kiss is fatherly

And your fucking is tender

Your words are uplifting

I know I fucked it off at first

I wasn’t convinced

But to see you irate

Made me say- Wait…

Maybe I got me a good thang

And I’m sorry

But once again

You’ve lost confidence

And I fucked you off once more

You got the homies thinking that I’m a fuckin whore

But my feelings are sincere

I only want you, D

So look at me and let’s just

Be…..