Sleeping On My Pen. - Poem by Xixi Cape
with some peach tea in my belly.
reminiscing to that damn song 'Energy'.
wishing you could be here with me.
lighting up a fuse,
like i'm some French chanteuse.
sing you to sex,
you will never think of your ex.
baby done let myself down,
been around the block twice.
i'm used to f**kin' around.
like the sweetest berry in the bunch,
i save you for last,
the flavor is such a blast.
words don't mean nothin' to me dear,
as long as you keep staring at me like your glad i'm here.
i'm a prisoner in your reality.
your a five-star dish in my entity.
fight good with your strongest left hook,
cause i'll never be done with you,
i'm gonna write a book.
a book on your eyes and hair
and another novel on how you love to share.
be married to whomever,
i'll look at those women like whatever.
whatever you want,
you got it from ya dear..
i'm ya genie here,
and i'll be with you everywhere.
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