Sex Is Capitalism
Locked away in my own place
Feeling all kinds of distress
Better be careful how I use my words around you
Because it will be World War Two
Don’t feel like arguing with you
Tonight or is it morning
I’m afraid of time
I guess that’s why I’m so confused about this rhyme
Walking in needles trying to put together some riddles
Just so that I don’t hurt your ego
You’re quick to say I gotta go
Wait didn’t you just call me hoe
While you were hitting it from the back
As a matter of fact
I knew it was you because you said
Damn that booty tight
Need to get more of that tonight
I took it back when my mind showed me that sex was the only physical power that would keep us in tact
Copyright © Zarion Lovelace | Year Posted 2019
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