Merci Merc

We Can Get Away - Poem by Merci Merc

I put the mistletoe
Over the camel toe
And go for what I know
She enjoyed this cat Eating her fancy feast
She was shook when she saw my skill level was a Pro.
I am not your Av-er-age bro So…
I pulled out the Fat Joe
I made her lean back and Go With the even flow fo sho
But is it enough for her to Leave the Negro she has at home?
She said: “You are that good, But, I am not that bad…”
If she wasn’t married
I probably would have Married her fine self
Here’s the duality
Of this fallacy
I like to keep 100%
Because honesty is the best policy
I got to keep it real son
With my feelings and my mental
But she was the real deal son
She could be an older version Of Keri Hilson
My emotions are so frazzled
You couldn’t even fathom
Secretly locking her heart for and holding it for ransom
To break free,
It has me rambling.
My resistance is futile
Her ass cleavage is irresistible
It gets my motor running like a new born child
When she walks by other people say oh man son…
I think its time to cross over,
go to the hole, foul out
Or catch that And-One
That ass got me weak
like the tricks Delilah played on Sampson
In the concrete jungle I pack heat in them bags made by Janson’s But, this is like waging a war against an army
with a switch blade or hand gun
But, because I see the beauty from within
Although I’m still pimping
She is my latest and greatest inspiration
But, I stay tipping
My poetic description
Is we smoking blunts on the Adirondacks
In the back before we hit the sack
And I’m the snack Lets go…
weekend getaway
We can hit all day
I hope your bag is packed

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 21, 2011

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