Creeping
He creeps, she creeps, we all creep,
but we all regret sometimes when we sleep.
Passionate loving, caressing and kissing,
these are all the things, you and I are missing.
But what happens when it turns to love?
No one knows what to think of.
So keep it on the down low and go slow,
because you ain't a pimp, and she ain't no hoe!
Copyright © Nicole Jurgens | Year Posted 2010
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