What? What the fuck you doin’? What you mean you want to hold my hand? I guess this feels nice, why you keep looking at me like that? Ohh, now you on to hugs and shit? Wait, what, what’s happening here? That’s real good, wait let me look into those eyes, Gentle Unassuming One, God said I could see it in the eyes of the man who was supposed to take me off da block. You walk up and down this block, temptin’ me with your fuckin’ muscles, sweet words, and everything we know we need to put to rest, but that Ride or Die has you strapped on tight, so stop frontin’ and give me what you know you’ve been wanting since the moment you saw my deep thinking – Ohh dear Gentle Unassuming One, you came back! Ay Papi, coward, Papi, you’re a fuckin’ coward. Nothing makes me feel more like a woman than to know I am as light as a feather and that you don’t struggle in just shifting my body on yours.
#He yo papi papi full
But when I look into your eyes, I don’t give a shit about no thoughts, no Pretty Boy, I appreciate the little banter and the hands full of degrees because that’s part of the foreplay, your eyes are pure desire and all I really want to know is how much you bench press because that will determine if you can handle this heavy load.
I love the way you wear that suit, well-fitted so I can see the slight hint of muscles, pero son los ojos, you always want entrance into my thoughts, you want to be where I have gone and join me there because this sick sick physical attraction, magnetic energy needs to be worked out.
Ohh goodness, Pretty Boy, you’ve come back! Ven aquí, dame verte bien my dear Papi Chulo. Ay Papi, I love your style, you’re much more laid back, but so well coordinated, I love the earthiness that speaks volumes and sits there just to enjoy my presence as though every time is the first one, pero – Uh ohh, look who’s arrived on the block, the Gentle Unassuming One, his eyes emanate a world and a man more than capable of ensuring all my needs are met, y mi amor, yo no estoy hablando de todo la mierda que el mundo dice que es necesario para tener un “American Dream,” pero all that other shit that makes a woman moan and hold a man’s head between her hands, sometimes between her knees, and reminds her that this, this is what she’s worth, if not more often, but all the time (all day every day type shit).Īy Papi, ven aquí! My dear Gentle Unassuming One who shows me affection and because of that I try to stand back, far, because he couldn’t be returnin’ no feelings. Tu tiene una por ahí, so as much as you linger por aquí, and those eyes longingly insist upon so much, I know you found your Ride or Die chick, y todas las otras are mere playmates on your fingertips, calling your name forever through these streets… Pretty Boy with hands full of significant degrees… PRETTY – Pero you had to go ahead and destroy it just like all the other mothafuckas around the block. Our messages initially followed each other like lyrics to a song that only two wordsmiths could write in complete harmony. You understand the importance of words constructed, glued, and placed well together. Yo Pretty Boy, yes, you, I can see those eyes of intrigue, hands full of significant degrees, there’s even an Ivy League one in pretty baby blue. Yes you, my Pretty Boy, can you break me off a piece of that delicious chocolate? It’s been a hot minute though, you, you’re just so damn finger lickin’ good, I gotta follow real close, ‘til you round the corner and your forced to feast your eyes on all this real woman. Men can be disgusting and relentless – so I ran with those two sentiments and hope I captured just a tinge of that, with of course, my hokey hopeful ending.
Hope you enjoy my tongue-in-cheek positive rendition of what I was tortured with my entire upbringing. So that’s what I did with this prose poem. And honestly, sometimes I like to do something so unlike myself that it makes me feel good. I have no idea where I found this quote but I was looking through my old photos and there it was, like some magical call to write something I’ve been dying to get out of my system.
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