I don’t even write about this mushy s**t.
But since I was asked
I will write about my thoughts
On the first alone time you and I will get.
But before I start let me just get this out there
In the clear
Just because I don’t write about this mushy s**t
Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to be romantic
Single mother of one
With a smile like the warm July sun.
And laughter that is cool like a southern breeze
Come with me on a journey that begins tonight.
One of the destinations will be I proposing
To you on a bended knee.
But that’s the future.
Tonight I’m trying to see what you and I could be.
It’s your weekend off from work,
and your child
So lets spend time with each other for a while.
Ill be at your place in a little bit.
I’m a take a shower first then find a nice “lay”
(So as we are walking around downtown
You can hold your head high can be proud
To call yourself my lady).
Once these tasks I complete
Your doorbell I will ring
And on your doormat ill wipe my feet.
I can’t wait to see your face
As you see me standing there
With a big hunk of homemade red velvet cake
Instead of flowers.
As the door opens wide
Your figure is standing there
With silk robe ajar,
So I can see all the beautiful blessings inside.
What a pleasant surprise!
I though I was just coming to pick you up
For a horse and carriage ride?
But I’m great at adapting and over coming
And I didn’t come over here
Just so you and I could cum.
That coming to the door half naked was sexy
And could have been fun
But this is about romance
This class has just begun.
Please have a seat on the couch and enjoy your cake
I got to start dinner before it gets too late.
Don’t be surprised suga’
I don’t care that I’m at your crib
A real chef can make something out of nothing
No matter where he is.
I know you took a shower
But just wait
I need to run to the car
To get the supplies
That I was going to use for after our date.
Four twelve packs of run of the mill candles.
Victoria Secret Sweet Pea Shower gel,
And matching lotion for when you’re through.
Plus an old school CD with Marvin Gaye, Jill Scott,
John Legend, and the Whispers to name a few.
I walk back into the house
To see you sitting where I had placed you
A smile on your face and cake almost through.
Up the steps I travel with supplies in hand,
To draw a candle lined Sweet Pea scented bath
Just for you.
Once I made sure your water temperature
Was just right
And your bubbles were airy enough to take flight
I returned to you smiling,
With only crumbs and fork on your plate.
I inform you that your bath is ready.
And by the time you’re done
supper would be ready.
George Forman seasoned to perfection-grilled chicken
On a bed of Roman lettuce.
Sliced boiled egg
With ranch dressing.
A thirty-minute meal
Gave you time enough to lotion yourself down
And pick out your favorite pair of heels.
Twenty four candles will illuminate your path
Down the steps into the dinning room
Where your meal awaits.
The last twelve candles are to provide light
While we ate.
Who would have though that in less than an
Hour and a half I could sweep you off your feet?
I must admit it’s kind of hard to concentrate
With you sitting naked in your seat.
Firm breast, hard chocolate pencil eraser shaped n*****s
Flat stomach, with the table and table cloth
To cover the rest.
As “Something Better At Home”
By Jill Scott plays softly in the background
As I gaze at thee.
The night will end with us doing a timelessly
Choreographed dance...
I would dive deeper into that groove
But this piece isn’t about me being a freak;
But how romance can feel and taste so sweet.
What I can say though is that our dance would come to an end
With us out of breath,
Your head upon my chest
Thinking damn that felt like heaven
Or at least true romance.
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