Note & Dope "Welcome To Tha Gardenz (Hosted By DJ DiamondKutz)

Aaron McMillan ft. SpokenDope "Tell Em (Rough Draft Mix)

All Jokes Aside

If I hear "I play too much" ONE MORE TIME

If she speaks of me being too funny again

I'd be convinced that I should turn myself in

Only clown sighting I see is me

One of then Goofy dudes she's humored by

Residing in the green turf between the friend zone & the end zone

I no longer want to rush & I'm not running back

But we offset eachother with penalties on both sides

So midfield is where I stay

She giggles a bit & find my analogies "cute"

I roll my eyes and go back to my one man show

And what is it about airline food?

Whatsup with that?

All jokes aside though.

What is it about her?

What is up with her?

How could she find a soft spot behind a stone cold face?

Words from a monotone voice 

Suddenly generate octaves as you activate your humorous ways

Now we both laughing.

You found cracks in this statue 

Garsh. 

I'm feeling Max exposed 

I'm more of a PJ though

Under all these muscles its a relaxed chubby guy

Zoned out by the flows and the bongos

Yet she finds that extremely goofy.

All jokes aside. 

Sea Of Heartbreak (90s Flow)

I remember the days.

Back when I had faith

Times of touching & teasing

But it wasnt always that case

Used to quench my thirst

Juices running down my face

Always let you come first

No urge to win that race

If I had one wish

Back when I had faith

Coulda been happily ever after

Back when it was that case

When the tears started running

Flowing down your face

Back when you were in orbit

Shot our love out of your space

But you used to love me 

Back when I had faith

I told you once before

Back when it was that case

Couldn't draw the path straight

Wish I could have back traced

I meant backtrack

But for all that, you couldn't wait

So now, I gets no love

I don't have faith

Faded pictures in a lock box

I closed that case

Threw it in the old river of tears

Made by your face

Never to to be seen again

Sunken into the sea of heartbreak

Late Nights W/ #DanTaughtEm

These Hands

These Hands

Wanting something they cant have

Yearning for the pieces they cant get on their own

Whether its the texture or the curl patterns of the hair

The pigmentation of the skin

Every curve that defines her figure

The lips. The hips. Hell even the fingertips.

Often imitated. Never duplicated

Thieves that publicly undercut her worth 

But know she's underrated

No matter how you try to copy

Nothing will override the original

The Purity

The Authenticity

The Black Woman

Diamonds & Gold

Cries diamonds & bleeds gold

When she orgasms, release rose gold

Storms from the pink clouds.

Pink matter

Strawberry bubblegum

Before the snatch snatches me away 

Let me go back to topic

But I've already seen you topless

So once again I stop it

Before this becomes another visual on your physical

Lets change clothes, fade this to black

Now again, she cries diamonds & bleeds gold

Someone like her is so priceless

More like precious 

But no weight could disguise her worth

Her love & affection would deem as riches

So many others can't retrieve theirs

Inflation. Market Crash. Liquidation. Laundering. Larceny.

Come to me as an advisor to fix their assets

Assist in their investments n decisions

However, a queen reminded me, you soon wont have the time for that

You can knock sense into em, still wont get a quarter back

Staying in their pocket

Light on the defensive end

I got a wide open route to receive mine

Question is what is mine?

Before I could find out, its intercepted

And they lose that point, they forget it

Got me thinking I played for the wrong team

A word to the wise

Know you're worth in your eyes

Don't let anybody tell you zirconium & copper in disguise

Muse

Muse

The anticipation for some inspiration 

Where's the source of your power?

What keeps your soldiers marching?

Every time you lay a brush to a canvas

Establish a position to begin your performance

Create a sound for the set of notes

But in my notes, I'm just jotting down.

Wondering what are the pieces that create you

If a part is pulled out, do I scream JENGA?

Or is it just excess? Saw dust? Clay? 

Temporary fillers that helped sculpt you 

Until you were strong enough to hold your own?

Wait as I draw four rights til I end back to you

Hum a tune to see if you could create a melody

Tap my feet as you proceed to setup an eight count

Suddenly realizing that you move to the beat of your heart

And the great hearts all around you

That you brush paint & illustrate 

All aspects that you and others could relate

And that you sing for the sake 

That your voice is a mood

A mood that absorbs anyone else's mood

I swear I'm just talking

Because I'm not talking about and artist

Or a singer

Or a dancer

Just how you speak, how you interpret, and how you move

All about you. My muse

 

Beneath This Skin

Beneath this skin

My soul is like a walk-in closet

But on the hanger there's skeletons

Fresh faces to wear

Open mind to throw on as fear & doubt tries to rain on me

Beneath this skin

So much emotion bottled up like a potion

Pour it out as I write this piece

But you'll just think that I never care

Cuz my face only shows one look

In your eyes 

No piece could keep you at peace

Even the different things I do don't make me different to you

And that right there works my nerves

You say certain things to strike my nerves

And wear certain clothes that bites your curves

That ignites my whole nervous system

I gets to shaking when I seen you naked

First time reading your body 

Something like goosebumps

Even that look on your face got my heart in a race

How can you make lust look innocent?

Not sure if its heaven sent 

Or If I'm indulged by your heaven scent

But like myself, you got scars, bruises, and cuts

Even when you cum, you are still so numb

You don't see this as ongoing series

More like a reboot, replay or a reshoot

Never even gets off the cutting room floor

Hard head make a soft ass they say

And as much as we butt heads being stubborn

I might as well just make ya booty my pillow

Instead of feeling hurt, how about we heal each other's wounds?

I swear beneath this skin, there's a door to let you in

Friday Flows

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Ice Cream

Ice Cream

You remind me of my summer Harlem Days

Ringtone reminds me of the Mister Softee melody

I order a cone with sprinkles or maybe a chocolate coat

Cuz under that hard shell, lies your sweet soft center

Not many people see that side of you

They usually get the firecracker

Or one of those character based pops

You know? It looks legit on the wrapper

But the real thing looks NOTHING like it

Its true when they say it takes time to see the real you

Beneath the chocolate or strawberry crunch pieces, reveals your true flavor

French vanilla thrill

Sucked into the stawberry station

Captured coffee cream

Caught up by the caramel 

Chocolate fudge drippin from the cone

Night curfews cap off with the taste of view

Then again thats just my point of view

Now back track, this isn't a sex thing

Your more than what you're worth

Like a twenty five cent jumbo icee

Your flavor is more than your physical. 

Like you can look chocolate but taste vanilla or strawberry

Must be that neapolitan blend 

I grew up to be a cookies & cream/cookie dough man myself

A taste of you is all of you, mind body & soul

Whatchu bring to the table matches what was brought to the cone 

So when did you, the queen, became my new favorite flavored ice cream? 

Eyes Wide Shut

Eyes Wide Shut

Never needed a nightlight

Heading to you, I just follow the glow

Illumination as you slumber

The presentation of you laying down

Body language yells "Touch Me, Tease Me"

Whatever the case may be

I don't take signs for granted

And your body's wish was my command

My T shirt is your favorite nightgown

If wasn't for the cool breeze, you'd only wear your skin

That's my favorite outfit for you but thats just me

Vivid visions got you in a damp state 

I just want to add onto this rainmaker 

Don't even wake up to add onto my actions

No need to fly out of your dreamworld for me

Sliding my dimension in will only enhance your virtual reality

Sounds of ecstasy & involvement 

Newest levels of sleep walking & talking

The feel is so unreal, feasting the meal

Making you squeal, every pain I heal

Kissing every sore spot, hitting every sweet spot

But disrupting your delta sleep I am not

Its funny...you really caught a nut with ya eyes wide shut

17 (Ting City 2)

17 (Ting City 2)

I swear when I return to the city

Radar senses a couple tings in my vicinity

But there can be only one that can grant me serenity

Wish I had a twin, cuz if I had her, he'd envy me

She's addicted to that city life

But she's one with that hippy life

So gifted & spiritual

Such a unique individual 

Replay her in my mind, I'll pay the residuals

Royalties

What do you give a boss when she got it all?

Never put a price tag on a gift for an empress

Not an effort to put pussy on a pedastal

Not to trick her with spells or rituals

Having her around, wanna make it habitual

What I have to give might not come in green

Something so pure, can only be fit for a queen

Consistent passion's addictive, turn you to a fiend 

Ting City shooter, be the thirty eight to my seventeen

Natural Flows

Natural Flows

She told me don't require the right assets

Measurements didn't even pass the right test

I swear these assumptions be somethin

Let the laws of attraction settle this case

And right now the verdict is in 

I embrace the the true star you truly are

Personality & presence a double shot of caffeine

Best part of waking up 

Is knowing you smile when you get a good morning text

Or the anticipation of the next

Time we meet up and go on world adventures

Don't sulk and sigh cuz you feel like youre not the prize

Due to the brand showin love to the ones with ass and thighs

All booties matter

Better yet all cuties matter

When I see you heart always goes through chutes & ladders

You dont need an instagram body to be my hot toddy

Sweet as honey and you give a warm feeling throughout my body

No hesitation as I feel the vibration

All who want to know your secret 

Keep em patiently waiting

Maybe she's born with it

Maybe its all from my point of view

Natural flows every time I speak of you

Good Morning Text

Good Morning Text

Hope you read this text soon as ya eyes open

Don't store this message in ya unread's 

We know those blue & green boxes catch up dust

Hope you read this just in case you need a pick me up

Weight on ya shoulders? Let this lift it up

Hope this pushes you to get in ya bag

Even though you could catch em all in ya bummy swag

When you put on, even women curiously hit a fork in the road

Bald,straight or messy, we all think its sexy

Curls sit up like ya booty in your favorite pants

Giving you life & freedom in your favorite maxi dress

Hope this message lets you know that blessings are comin

Relaying to you. Let me pass the baton 

Regardless of the struggles going on

I put you in my prayers for I believe in you

Never let that ambition look fictitious 

Life's a genie, let it grant your wishes

But put in work because journey is vicious 

If you got kids, kiss them on their foreheads

Two times

One from you & one from me. 

I know future royalty when I see it

Show love to all the princes & princesses

I know they're in good hands as long as they're yours 

Hope you read this message

Hope this makes you smile even for a little while

Good morning queen, time to address ya people

Time to show them why you rule your world

No competition, wonder woman

Let this message be your hero today

Kissin Ink

Kissin Ink

Hidden messages on her body

Clothes cover the encrypted data

I've never seen em in person

Think I caught a peek on the gram

Or did she snap a thirst trap 

One of those 2 second posts I got to comment on

Trying to read in between the lines

Well actually I need to see if this is arabic or chinese

Squinting so hard I cant tell the difference

Tells me she show it when she sees me

Just for my eyes only

Anticipation to see her illustrations

She's seen my work before, I think everyone has

They got stories & theories on how I got em all

She heard the rumors, she seemed humored

But she ends up askin me about my lips

Not the ones that are god given but the ones that was artist written

Curious if I get chicks to pucker up to my artwork

Is one of their lips a perfect match?

How bout a mark up a trail of my lips down your thigh?

Cover up every tattoo on your body?

These lips represent my passion

Be the one to personally put a kiss on it

Then I'll purposely put my lips on you

Kissin ink. Let me give you a new tattoo

Color Scheme

Colorscheme

Blackest night lit up by white stars

See your body glittered in gold

Within the grey area between you and me

There's a silver lining

Maybe its sippin on the brown

Covering up my usual yellow belly

Courage to approach the chocolate, 

Mocha

Caramel 

Coffee

Light Cream

Rainbow jewels all on your crown queen 

You think all I want is your pink matter

But your purple reign has me higher than I ever been

But like that green, I could see us catching a spark

Lit by a blue flame

Is that red lipstick meant for signature prints on glasses?

Or can we possibly mix & combine

Create gradients & colorways

Within that night and more nights to come

We could make it storm 

When its all said & done, rainbow smiles on our faces.

Love scenes via a colorscheme

Late Nights

Late Nights

2am "Are you up?" Texts

Either something wrong or you wanna lay next

To somebody you hold you close nice the perfect bra

Comforting like your favorite t shirt

That shirt you steal every night you come over

Convinced I shop for two instead of just myself

You lowkey a clepto for my clothes

Say my scent on you leaves you soothed

But that might be some other news

Right now, this just in! You want me at your bedside

But you say mine is better cuz I'm already there

Laid up as you choose to harass me

All in my face like there's games on it

I wish I could kiss you to sleep

Or make you cum into a coma

Cuz one more brush against my flashlight 

Or a tug on my nightlight 

Will lead you posted onto this wall 

As I whisper secrets between your legs

Then I guide my light searching for your treasure

But when we not having nocturnal activities 

We do actually latch onto each other

As we rest & regain our energy like batteries

Cuz we could keep going and going 

But we have the whole day ahead of ourselves

Unless its the weekend then we could just lay all day

Breakfast in bed with out utensils 

Just a spoon n fornication

But before I think up my morning meals

Let me just rest, I just responded to the text

Freeze Frame

Freeze Frame

I just want a second to soak up this moment

Hour glass figure got me in a daze for days

But before I can gather up words for ya curves

Let me just talk my views on your 32s

Now see your 32s isn't your bust size 

Not your hips n ass measurements

And if they truly are, well damn I'm good

But your smile will stop me in my tracks

Even could get trapped in between ya gap

Don't be ashamed of that

Then what covers those all white tips, would be your lips

Small to full size, they got me gripped

Before you judge me, I'm not thinking nasty 

But its just that I envy

That gloss, lipstick, Blistex are granted bliss

Just to press onto your lips, passion trance

It should be a sin to get turned on by ya grin

Or the fact I fantasize when I look into your eyes

Soon as you lock in, you catch that emotion

Vigor

Desire

Lust

Confidence

Innocence

Trained models couldn't master your optical poses

But lets look at the bigger picture

I'm all caught up just looking...at a picture

Of you whether its the snap or the gram

The constant word that comes to mind is "Damn"

She just caught my body without showing her body

But if she were here, I'd lift her up to capture a body shot

Consider it something like a selfie stick

Mentally infiltrated by the angles of this angel

I'm convinced I'm trippin

Cuz all the "you're beautiful's" in this world

Every heart button I push down

Wont stop that fear of denial that keeps me in the background

Consequences of being the shy guy

But my nervousness when I see you I will tame

Get to know more than just ya instaname

I should take a shot soon as I learn to aim

Capture all of you in just a freeze frame

Head In The Clouds

Head all in the clouds

I swear thats where she finds her inspiration 

That's where all the thinking takes place in

Either that or its her getaway station

Strips off her responsibilities 

And throws on her serenity

Sounds like a fancy term for "I'm lying down nekkid"

Now if it wasn't snt for her hair

I'd never know she was up there

Lying down bare & looking up at the rare

Stories that display in the clouds 

How they make so much noise without making a sound

But in her mind the shapes describe her vision

And she'll keep looking up there a bit longer...cuz she loves the serenity

Anything to just be butt naked...I guess

But judge her no less, the creator molded her 

Sculpted this work of art who creates upon lifestyle

Developed her own style

And a completed piece makes it all worth while

While her heads in the clouds

Just bare,

Nothing up there

But her militia

Her canvas n her instruments 

The sweet symphony she orchestrates

Just the tap of her wand and watch one at one with her band

Creating music so divine 

The shades, hues, saturation intertwine

And with her powers combined....

She gives a piece of her to the world

The power is yours to accept the gift

Not the part where she likes to be naked

The instance where the sage isn't just another incense

But unbeknownst to her, there's wisdom & persistence

Cuz you can tell me 1000 words n it mean one thing

But she can illustrate one piece and have me think up 1000 meanings

Sky is the limit...or she just likes being naked in the clouds 

Let Your Crown Show Queen

Queen, let your crown show

Let that sweet gold called ya skin glow

Never let your enemies intimidate you

Or go on sayin things that aint true

Cuz in reality, those who hate you imitate you

Attack of clones

But all that comes with you is home grown

They could never make up your natural beauty with make up

Dont matter if they can get caked up

Or baked up, 

Reptilian replicas of you got their faces scaled up

And as you to your walk to your throne with some slight work on

Lipstick, eyeliner, little concealer

Thats light weight

Other broads like "what is this sorcery?"

Simply Black Girl Magic

But its tragic that queens so powerful

With the ability to silence rooms via her entry

Hypnotize soldiers to do her biddings

Hell, even could start a war between two empires

With her as the prize

But even the strongest of queens weaken

When jester in king's clothing treat her like property rather a prize

Instead of putting you on the mantle, they rather give you a disguise

But why?

Let your crown show queen

Let that dress fit right

Way too hot for jeans

You assess those assets that people shouldn't be able to access

Feels like theres more to see

Than the glow you keep

There should be a king by ya side treating you like priority 

Not like the majority

Love the fact that you're the minority

Only a chosen few that are like you

the wonder woman, warrior princess you are

Clear the path from the past, realize you can go far

Not everybody can shine like a jewel

Ruby red, gracious gem, dazzling diamond

And every piece on your head piece shines 

Whether its your hair, a weave, a wig or a headwrap

Never disclose your royalty

Let your crown show queen

No Chill

No Chill

Wasn't sure how to present this one

This is supposed to be my no chill feel

My unfiltered flow, so as it may go

About the obsession of her forbidden fruit

Once bitten but taken away

The flaws of the laws of attraction

You gotta make sure the intentions are mentioned

Or you might need to make a doctor call 

To cure up some blue balls

But man, yall dont even understand

Shorty's credentials were incredible

Way she arranged herself was so edible

Strawberry

Mango

Grapes

Pineapple

Covered in chocolate

She the type to use that nutrabullet

Get her juices going

Wouldn't deny it if I had her part of my diet

You'd be a fool not to try it

Couldnt deny the drug if she supplied it

The affliction of addiction

Flush all the toxins sippin her detox tea

Wrapped up in her dress, 

Her one piece

I just want one piece

Under that thick layer lies a juicy center

Gotta take time to peel it all off

Dont understand for what I'd do

One more time just to get to

Or into the honeydew melanin

Or maybe the water melanin

But thus, dreams of a part 2 is crushed

Cuz the lust made me rushed

Caught myself saying a mouthful

Then holding a handful

And eating a mouthful

So the views of the previews 

Simply of what I could do

Possibly wouldnt do

So much for the sequel

But then again I'm always up for a reboot

If the line hotline bling, I'm down to reshoot

Connection might not be dead

One random night I'll get "Hey big head"

Create a new origin story of all the glory

Holes in this idea cuz this probably wont happen

Simple suggestions on first impressions

That no chill feel is such a deadly weapon

The Effects

The Effects

I have to keep up my composure 

For I might reveal my disclosure

Now I got you in my space

Or in my face

But yet your aura creates an eclipse 

Illuminating the stars in my mind

So I guess you fill up the space in my head

Why not the space in my bed?

I gotta backtrack what I just said

High jumping into conclusions 

Hurdle out of these illusions

Of a you & me to be

Gotta slow down, take it easy

No need to be afraid

For the glass of water that you are

I still drank some of your lemonade

I aint sorry

Yet it tasted bitter,

Threw in some Bacardi

You should come & see me

For once, join the party

It doesnt make sense now

Is she 5'2" or she fine too?

Pretty sure she's both

Or she 5'5" with brown eyes 

Caramel complexion got the whole city high

Amazes me what the sight of you could do

Wish I could sum it all up, form a Haiku

But I'm way over the limit of lines

Writing stories on the effects of you 

Yet I dont even have you 

Wish you came with a warning label

Just to determine if I'm willing and able

Even if you came with directions

I'd probably go off course to show my affection

Guess thats the effects of searching for a connection

Focus

Focus

I lost focus

Sitting thinking about the last time I had you open

Frozen recalling you calling out your motions

Release emotions

Spellbound by your scent as I drink your potion

Locked into ya hypnotizing motions

Convinced I might be a space case

Not to be typical of that Venus vs Mars

To me you're more like Jupiter

Orbiting around ya booty got me going stupider 

Or just going dumb

Just tell me when to go

Should I ghost ride the whip

While you just ride my lips

Hands on your hips

Guess thats your safety belt just in case you crash

But once again I lost focus 

Swear my prescription is all off

Cuz how come I put on my frames

Theres the sight of you as your clothes fall off?

Then when the night falls, vision becomes nocturnal

Active illumination 

Even in dark rooms, the image resolution of your body is at HD

Thermal visions have me sensing your body temperature 

Its your heat waves that assist on which hot spot to kiss

The moon & the stars reflect off you

Only source of light I need

Regaining focus

Wearing my contacts, while we contact, let us attract & interact

Sit back while the hues & saturation react

Creating something so beautiful, which will show in fact...

That I enjoy sex better when I can actually see it  

Layers

Layers

We are all looking for something 

You have to pay close attention

Look beyond what the natural eyes can see

And currently I lay my eyes on a fortress

Fort Knox locks from her mind heart & box

Yes. I said box. 

Treasures of all types aren't rewarded without a fight

And to rather intervene and claw my way into her jeans

I simply sit down at the war table to discuss her dreams

Her ambition makes me listen

Love it when a plan comes together

Get her a Faceman, B.A. & Murdock.

Got herself an A-Team

Pity the fool who pass up on her

But yet it was your past that turned on her

She was never the reason but they always called treason

Downsides of treating to false kings I guess

But I digress

After running so many miles

Going through these trials

And errors

Skin got thicker but the cut still runs deep

So as the layers build

The wall gets higher the climb

Potholes and forks in the road to lengthen the ride

Quicksand right in front of the finish line

Just to teach you how to sink...or swim

If she had to go through obstacles 

Just to find fake gems as her prizes

Why cant I jump over the fire

Just to remove all of her disguises?

Behind all the vines, thorns sticking out

Lies a golden rose

Place it on a mantle and let it shine forever

She's different and I can see that

Before they try to put out her light

Let me keep up the fire to her flame

Melting all the layers she hides behind

I'd rather see that queen flaunt her royalty

11:29PM In East Orange

11:29PM In East Orange

My brand will keep you away

Cuz all you see is me & a booty

All about the curves

The everyday life of the perv

But all you see is just one image of me

Never wanted to take a hit of how blunt I could be

You say I have a dirty mouth

Well let me chew on your Orbit

Give me that good clean feeling, no matter what

You claim all I do is play

All I do is bag then I'm FritoLay

on top of these chips

Sorry I mean chicks, 

Dont mean to ruffle your feathers

But swan please stay in the lake not the mud

Cuz all this dirt thrown at me is only sand

In beaches up here, they hide secrets in these cloudy waters

I have nothing to hide, so I am a tropical island

You'll see what you're getting into

But due to what you've been through, you'll assume I'm a shark 

Just swimming for my next victim

You can be part of my meal plan 

But I won't put you waste

You could to be the credit to my debit

Balance out each other

But I dont want you to be another journal entry

I'd rather keep books for years to come

Those are accounting terms 

As I crunch these numbers of longevity

You think all you are is sex to me

But we living the dream

You can be anything you want to be, to me.

More than just role play 

But more so what role would you play?

What lane would you run? 

You by my side & down to ride

Or do you treat me like Uber n hit me when it's your stop?

Late night thoughts 

Grip

Grip

Aggressive 

The first time you leaned towards me

Pressed your weight upon my chest

Reached up by your tippy toes

Whispered gently as you got close

"Make your move"

Now is this chess? Am I pawn to this queen?

Or this might be checkers where she could get on top & King Me?

Speaking of royalty, should I get on one knee so she can knight me?

When did this become thoughts of monarchy?

She only said make a move not go to war

What are all these random thoughts for?

All from a five second glance

Hands guided down her back 

To her waist 

Then her hips

Ever gently as hands approach her peach,

She replies

"Grip"

Apply pressure

Check the circumference

Volume

Density

Woulda thought this was geometry

But I been onto the anatomy

Law of physics, pick it up like there was no gravity

Reality of it all

Me squeezing on these stress balls

As if her tense spots had me on collect calls 

Think of a psychiatrist & a masseuse 

Relieving pain, physically & mentally

Simultaneously 

Amazing how such actions create such peace

All giggles n remarks have ceased

To the point she begins to sleep

Only a smirk shows she was pleased

Damn...shoulda yelled "Checkmate"

Punch Drunk Lust

When I think of her, all I think is Punch Drunk Lust

Early days it was just us

But she lacked trust

For she know around me are those guys

Who pass out red cups of stories & lies

Just to drown in between some thighs

But I always suggested to take notoriety

Ive been through 2 years of sobriety

I just started sipping on opportunity

Mixed drinks full of attraction & unity

Then suddenly my eyes start to glaze

Reflexes begin to slow down

But body tends to loosen up

So then I throw back shots of courage

To get me to this point

Where its just her n me

Feelin nice & wavy 

Or lit as they say these days

Any other time, my nerves would have me 

Shaking

Hesitant

But the taste of her. Jungle juice.

Something sweet. 

Hides the curiosity & animosity

That will trigger after a cup of her

I chase it with reality  

I'd rather remember this moment

So I stop her from taking cups of regret 

Or even worse, those lil bottle of forget

At this moment, we're comfortable

Gaze upon her eyes, 40 oz full of pain

Wish she had a piece of somethin real to absorb the liquor 

So I fed her my experiences, 

My inspirations, 

My aspirations,

Yet all this plus the liquor gives her the urge for penetration

The shot of passion 

The cup of intimacy

Gave her the courage to start kissing me

Words couldn't describe

Scenes on the cutting room floor

Couldnt remember the movie

Woke up to this queen

This Henny Goddess

Patron Princess

Tequila Temptress

Vodka Vixen

Words couldn't describe

How we ended up in my bed

Hands caressing my head

And a grip tight around me

No hangover

Just a blissful rush

The early days of just us

Reminiscing bout Punch Drunk Lust

Henny Goddess

Henny Goddess

There was no chill in this one

Swore I asked for her on the rocks

Brown bottle shape.

Slim up top with a round bottom

The temptation of the taste is real

As if she were the cure to my dehydration

The meal to end my starvation

But it wasnt the body that got me

She caught this bee with her honey 

But she wasnt a Jack

No she was a cognac

Hennessy to be exact

Unsure of how to react

Different aspects from witnessing the effects

Raised aggression

Release of sexual suppression

But no two experiences are the same

Levels & variations.

Possible combinations.

We say its liquor in general 

But no this goddess

This queen who relays to the brown bottle

Takes it to the head full throttle

Thrusters booming

Mind is looming

Forgiving me ahead of time if she's out of line

But for me she takes one sip at a time

For a shot a passion and a sip of intimacy 

Got us both buzzed at the same level

As the warming sensation kicks in 

We took everything straight

Then the feelings slip in 

Or slip on

To something more comfortable

Cuz sober thoughts and drunk actions

Personal privacy is reserved for our eyes to see

Intoxication revelations 

Thanking each other for out participations

But I shouldnt be so modest

That night I took a sip from the Henny Goddess

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Intimacy

Intimacy is never planned. 

Like real intimacy.

That kissing all over the body, leading to foreplay all the way to the 1st real stroke. 

That moment when she looks you dead in the eyes & gasps

And you stare right at her talking through it

Letting her relax within ecstacy

Its never planned.

Never intentional. 

That tear in her eye when she feels her spot 

Repetitively 

Forcefully

But gently

Feeling the pressure of pleasure

The mutual feeling of light voices n lack of air flowing through your body

Astonishment

Before the seconds into minutes into hours of lips pressing

Hands caressing

Body talking

Pelvises rubbing against eachother

Like the rush for a forbidden connection

Even before that the intimacy started with words & demeanor 

Not even about sex 

But the intellect & etiquette flowing out of ones' mind 

Intertwines

With one's beautiful vibes

It coincides without seeking to divide

The anticipation for another interaction multiplies 

Thats usually how intimacy goes

Not asked for

Or demanded

Or requested

But entrusted between those 

Who just let their auras compliment eachother 

Before they even physically interact with one another 

Constructive Criticism

There's been a delay on my wordplay

Mainly for me not having much to say

Or maybe I fear 

My words shall lie on deaf ears

Or upon Yes Men saying "YOU GO BOY SAY IT AGAIN!"

Dont sugarcoat ya opinion for Im a Sour Patch Kid

Well more like a WarHead for all my old heads

All that sweetness dont phase me

You want to touch me then taze me 

I mean shock me

That you will give me your honestly

That type where its the truth or ya mother whoopin you

That type where you on the podium reciting ya vows and you say "I do"

Or if you have any reason to stop matrimony n you wanna yell out "I DO!"

Well, do you? 

Want to give it to me straight?

Double shot tequila or honey jack?

Despite the way I might react

Cuz I wont take a sip, I'll throw it back

Maybe drink more of ya honestea

That you tell me.

Do they sell these in stores?

Aisle 3 or Aisle 4

I like what you serve Imma order another round

Intoxication via ya participation

Or caught flight lyrical elevation

But humility keeps me grounded

I'm that that deep

No Mr. Marcus strokin visions mentally 

So...you like this piece or nah?

Ting City

I saw some art where a queen covered her parts with flowers

So I asked this ting "If you a flower, what would you be?" She replied "Sour

Or Haze"

Reply put me in a daze

But then I remembered she's one with this herbal life

I dont mean that workout supplement life

Its that hippie chic but love her bundles life

That just cuz it aint natural, dont say I'm not woke life

Melanin Ice Tea served to quench my thirst

Cuz I swear I be sweatin her

My monotone humor somehow gettin her

I mean you know how that shit go

Booty Rub here. Pervlife there. Keep it 100 flow

She smokes my bluntness. Even the roaches

Inhales me like I'm that real shit

I just take her in pieces like she's an edible

Cuz eating it all up might be incredible

But that after affect might be too much

She spits fire when she talking about her passions

Her fashion

Her political views 

She might look like an Instahoney but dont get it confused

She got a couple degrees

Side hustle or two

Career pays the bills but her passion is where the colors blend

Or where the notes connect

Or where flashes begin

Been taken for a fuckboy ride or two so she know whats it about

But no need to beat around the bush if the lawn's snatched out

a Henny Goddess, Patron Princess, A Vodka Vixen

Pineapple Juice Papi here, you down for some mixin?

Sittin Pretty, Ting City, I need to travel

Your physical, mental, & spiritual I want to unravel. 

Millions of Ting Cities out there, I just need to roam

Check out the living conditions then call that city home