Love (A hearbeat extended)
CONSIDERATION
Him
Who in heaven does she think she is,
just because she looks cute and she winks she is,
not Halle Berry, as she thinks she is,
her shoes aight, jewels nice, she blinks once, and looks twice,
lose twice then win in this looking game,
if she tries so hard she'll be looking lame,
the figure I like, my inner jigga is piqued,
but dat faux confidence really needs critique.
Her
Oh jeez, dese G's got the city to their knees,
or they feel, just watch how he begs like please,
for my eyes to be in blessing him like sneeze,
if I feel I'll watch him, I don't got no need,
Look at him, his arms out, tatoos, froze palms out,
white tees, air force, grill sets the alarm out,
interesting....but just barely,
he better have game if he wants to come near me.
ATTRACTION
Him
Oh sh*t baby girl got the cutest smile,
sweeter than my sweet tooth is, my hormones wild,
I'm a cornrows child, hope she's da cornrows type,
cause I wanna drop drawers and get wit her tonite,
I really never saw one quite like her before,
I know I said it before, I never meant it before,
although I spent some before, I got mad love to give,
and I'm coming on strong, hope she'll forgive.
Her
This is like the silver lining in da cloudy weather,
as the days roll on, it just gets better,
da distance closes, it just gets better,
he really has a nice bod underneath da sweater,
I find dat I like when his dimples define,
if I can mould them wit my thumbs, I'll be fine,
I'm sure he likes dat I'm lookin and I'm checking him out
but I can't help and I"m betting dat his best is his mouth.
DEEPER INTROSPECTION/LOVE
Him
U know I talked to her and I'm so blown away,
I felt stumped and stuttery, hope da flow's ok,
first time I couldn't think of a joke to say,
even a line to say, I feel so broke today,
The timbre of her voice was melodic wit notes,
that caressed my pleasure centre, while we spoke,
she had a mind on her,
quite a find for da summer,
my games are done
but like a Maradona,
I still feel love for the beautiful ting,
truth be told I'm sprung, its a fruitiful ting
I got her number, email and most important her name,
And only Death will see me if I don't see her again.
Him
I gave him my number, email and my name,
My last boy didn't get it, till late in da game,
dis guy stuttered and blushed, so unlike the G
dat he posed like before, like he supposed to be,
what I can't understand is what came over me,
and like a pullover, my body's overly
warm wit my knees straight oscillating,
I dreamed of this connection and now its scintillating,
captivating, dis levitating communicating,
overated never, since I undercompensated,
I can't remember my name but he's my man to be,
I had potential when unfinished, now he's completing me.
