Epiphany

Watching, Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder Quiet,quiet Growing excited Dug him for his bank account,but really for his private Damn about a mindset Really wasn't into that Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat Laidback was his foreplay All that was needed,needed was some of that Started simple Massaging on my temple Pinching on my mountain peaks That a sisters into I responded,'Mmmmm.' You like the sound,I like makin'it more I fell for the rock and shore Enough,he brought it close so I could really see Up close he slid between my breast Sweaty with lust and sweat Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck Blended with my all day Chanel scent This freaking was incredulent,decadent Flip side,stomach meets sheets He plows inside as if he's making beats As if this year's harvest depended on it Bendin'on it Back on my back old fashioned is renewed Red toenail polish on whitewalls Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh I must' Remember' To thank him' Later. No,no,no, No,no,no I take charge of ship Moving with my back and my hips Like my ancestors did Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer, But it's too late I put him to sleep Curled all up,spasm all in his feet Feeling all proud like I did something deep Ain't really nothin'it's the way that it be North Philly sister repin'hard like me But why do I feel so empty? --- Epiphany - Jill Scott