Call me greedy
Or know that I have desires with a multi-layered floor plan
Rooms and rooms of options
Closets of craving
A loft of longing
A complexity of twists and turns that make me ME
That mechanic JaQuan changing my oil
With his pants sag down exposing the crack of his ass
Full of sweat that I’d taste in the middle of Jiffy Lube
Naomi with that fierce walk and body out this world
LL Cool J is hard as Hell
Ciara as well
Tocarra
Justin Slayer could slay me
I just can’t decide
And in my dreams I don’t decide
Why decide
What I miss most about Her is licking it
I had the best teacher
She would hold my head
And hold my concentration
And hold out my pleasure for the sake of Hers first
Not allowed to get mine
Until she got Hers
I was made to get close to it
To talk to it
Intense with it
Talk to it in a way that only a free brother can do
In a knowing way
That I know exactly what she wants me to know
That I do it better than her straight man can do
That I’m licking his drum that he beats
And I eat
With sensitivity
And intensity
And longevity
And insanity
That’s what I was taught to do
How I was made to do
I treat Her and it like I love to treat Her and it
In ways I’m rarely treated
I deliver this pleasure I’ve too known to her
I know what to say
Cause I know how it feels when he is licking me
When he is up close
And talking to my drum
That’s been beatin’
Different than he plays for Her
But too, that he has arenas for us both
Makes my rhythm for him, tonight more melodic and sweet
Like he bangs rhythm on her
In her
Like he pounds rhythm on me
In me
Like I’ve played rhythm and rhymes on them both
For them both
In them both
Why would I choose
Why would I opt out of it all
When it all
Is a part of it all to me
I miss sticking it too
And if it wasn’t for that one little quandary
That’s what I’d go do
Right now
And last night too
But for you
I relegate my desire
To a box you’re more comfortable with
And too, for you to know
I’m a warrior not afraid to be what you need me to be
An activist named queer, or homo
Just so you know
That it’s not that I’m too afraid to be gay
All the way
But more afraid to miss out on all the options that make me ME
Call me greedy
Or know that I have desires with a multi-layered floor plan
Rooms and rooms of options
Closets of craving
A loft of longing Cause what I miss most is licking Her
Or know that I have desires with a multi-layered floor plan
Rooms and rooms of options
Closets of craving
A loft of longing
A complexity of twists and turns that make me ME
That mechanic JaQuan changing my oil
With his pants sag down exposing the crack of his ass
Full of sweat that I’d taste in the middle of Jiffy Lube
Naomi with that fierce walk and body out this world
LL Cool J is hard as Hell
Ciara as well
Tocarra
Justin Slayer could slay me
I just can’t decide
And in my dreams I don’t decide
Why decide
What I miss most about Her is licking it
I had the best teacher
She would hold my head
And hold my concentration
And hold out my pleasure for the sake of Hers first
Not allowed to get mine
Until she got Hers
I was made to get close to it
To talk to it
Intense with it
Talk to it in a way that only a free brother can do
In a knowing way
That I know exactly what she wants me to know
That I do it better than her straight man can do
That I’m licking his drum that he beats
And I eat
With sensitivity
And intensity
And longevity
And insanity
That’s what I was taught to do
How I was made to do
I treat Her and it like I love to treat Her and it
In ways I’m rarely treated
I deliver this pleasure I’ve too known to her
I know what to say
Cause I know how it feels when he is licking me
When he is up close
And talking to my drum
That’s been beatin’
Different than he plays for Her
But too, that he has arenas for us both
Makes my rhythm for him, tonight more melodic and sweet
Like he bangs rhythm on her
In her
Like he pounds rhythm on me
In me
Like I’ve played rhythm and rhymes on them both
For them both
In them both
Why would I choose
Why would I opt out of it all
When it all
Is a part of it all to me
I miss sticking it too
And if it wasn’t for that one little quandary
That’s what I’d go do
Right now
And last night too
But for you
I relegate my desire
To a box you’re more comfortable with
And too, for you to know
I’m a warrior not afraid to be what you need me to be
An activist named queer, or homo
Just so you know
That it’s not that I’m too afraid to be gay
All the way
But more afraid to miss out on all the options that make me ME
Call me greedy
Or know that I have desires with a multi-layered floor plan
Rooms and rooms of options
Closets of craving
A loft of longing Cause what I miss most is licking Her
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