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"Summer Defeated"
“Summer Conquered”
The sun is out and people running round here with barely their underwear!
My eyes gets ta watchin every set of juicy cheeks that pass by hell I can’t help but stare!
I envision the taste of them brown muscle bumps, the texture of the skin, the natural aura of man must and I get hot!
Niggas got me pheanin I can hardly think of anything else, umma get me one; naw I betta not!
I mean don’t get me wrong I crave some sweaty ass like I crave the air that allows me to breath!
I mean the way those shorts be saggin off those basketball booties won’t stir me wrong, I know the draws don’t deceive!
I mean bangin a niggah’s walls like I’m diggin a ditch shoul puts me at ease!
I mean just the thought of some wet boi pussy makes me weak at the knees!
But, somehow dats not enough to insist the next move, something done happened I can’t explain!
This is different for me even I don’t believe it, because I used to need ass like a crack phean needs cocaine!
Somehow the shades of blackness aren’t as exciting as I projected the summer would bring!
Strange enough I’m not dissappointed perhaps I’m just content with a fantasy and don’t want that after math off spring!
You know what I mean; that feeling of guilt, discuss, shame afta u done did the due and he’s left you with no knowledge of him, hell you didn’t even catch his name!
Maybe I’d rather beat my meat to satisfy this horny moment and leave the lonely times for some other looser to claim!
Maybe my error was in assuming this summer would be like the rest and actually wanting it to be was a huge mistake!
Maybe this summer I’d rather be staring at the same niggah the morning after I prepare the bed I make!
Maybe this summer instead of working out to just show off my body I could devide my time into more productive goals!
Maybe this summer I could exercise the unpopular winter options of traveling to see loved ones with my niggah beside me while I discover his soul!
Maybe I’m just suffering from heat exhaustion and am dillusional from the lack of my ride’s AC!
Maybe; but then again I was having these same thoughts last winter when the cold breezes surrounded me!
Maybe the idea of spending most of my time with a niggah and holding him nightly until dawn’s sunlight isn’t so old fashioned; and so what if it is!
Maybe I’ll kill the “summer time hoe” insecurity; and consume his mind constantly even while he works regretting every second of my time work will make him miss!
Maybe this summer if destiny delivers me a niggah of my style I won’t front him for fear of being considered soft!
Maybe I’ll be man enough to risk love dreading the expense loneliness can put on a spirit, and let courage overcome ego; therefore not requiring me the cost!
By Bryant Mosley
