The War of No Clothes
At the apex of the world which was where I was created
In the cosmos, I fought for love……..butt naked
I’ve gone where time was only known by the beat of our hearts
And brothas wonder what’ s the difference between a queef and a fart?........
Both are products or results of compression of air pressure
But that isn’t the subject matter back to fighting for pleasure
As I reminisced about the death of old school love gestures,
Significant first kisses by un-ghetto named individuals like Diana and Lester,
Taps on the window, the courting and dancing, being soaked to your draws in the rain
Then the romancing……..
They invested in chivalry and called sex emotion
We like no glove mo love! Where the oil and the lotion!
Don’t flinch on me people.
I’m fighting for this intimacy with more consistency
I love unlocking couchie with the key
Never B&E, but sometimes down the chimney
They say “santa give me presents. would you put a baby into me. Ho ho. Maybe?
I ran naked, hanging, past the end of the world
Checked all they ID cause women look just like little girls
When the haters say “don’t listen to em he’s a smooth talka!”
I took my thang and with a swang KO’d the cockblocka
I fought with the might of a thousand men
And the endurance to take on all the freaky women
It was heaven in a dream the first time I saw her
I fought her mind body and soul until she hollered
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! And into her I was swallowed……
We stalk each other so both of us was being followed
Cause we didn’t ever wanna feel hollowed………
At the apex of the world which was where we were created
In the cosmos we fought for love……butt naked
Copyright © Roger Jordan | Year Posted 2010
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