Sometimes I wonder why you keep trying see through me.
Like my skin is some sort of transparent glass to your favorite fashion line’s store.
How you look at my eyes and look away when I catch you staring, but turn around again to look some more.
See, I am not saying I do observe the little things you have been doing-
Like painting my names in your dreams, and caressing the hems of my intelligence in your mind, how you try to touch me for no reason.
That’s fine by me,
But you make it pretty obvious.
Up your stalking game sweetheart,
You can do all the crazy things love struck girls like to do.
run your fingers over my well defined abs…I think,
Laugh your sexy ass off at my jokes even when it’s obvious they aren’t a pinch funny,
Call out my name three times, twerk to the chorus of Kojo Antwi’s “Su Nketenkete” and jump around seven times in turns and see if I will appear.
Yeah, and all of that naughty things too; that bad girl no one knows of.
I see you want to make for me memories that I will find hard to forget.
I see you want to break me and build me up to the kind of man you want; forget.
I won’t fight it; when you are doing long.
I won’t right it; when you are wrong.
I won’t knight it; even though it’s Mark’s song.
I will let you do all you want to.
I will tell you all my secrets, take you to the deepest innermost fears of mine.
Let you feel my groins, their undeniable weight.
Let you explore my body, touch my lips, thrust my hips with your pelvis, trust my heart with you, beautiful critic.
I will hold you by your hand and willingly show you the darkest sides of me ,
Since you asked for it.
Yes I will help you fulfill your fantasies and make your lucid dreams of our escaping reality come true.
No two ways about that.
And The bed-rocking, toe-curling, sheet-grabbing, blissful, orgasmic sex you always wanted from me, you can have that as well.
Yup! You read right.
The bed-rocking, toe-curling, sheet-grabbing, blissful, orgasmic sex will be all yours, anytime.
I am yours for the ravishing.
I will be there for you; a shoulder when you need rest, a listening ear,all the clichés of gentlemanliness.
You can have it all.
But you must see the light already,
At the end of the tunnel.
You probably shouldn’t touch that.