My poem called Guess Who
Imma stop playing Nawwww im serious. Imma stop playing with you I wont allow you to turn me on from the thought of you Pushing your buttons so that you can quiver and shake Making me uncomfortable to even look at myself when we do it public Having me moaning ever so loudly as i make you speed up I really gotta stop this Naw im serious we gotta be done. When im out on the town its you i can wait to get to I forgo conversations and invites as soon as we begin I can make you start but i cant make you stop This is no longer in my control You sleep with me every night, tucked right under the covers I need someone real Someone that will call my name when im throwing back This shit is whack Im tired of having threesomes just because your friends wanna join in Naw im serious BOB you gotta go.