90's RnB

90's RnB

I want 90's RnB Love

Luther, if this world were mine love...

That I cant place no one above, love

That unconditional sh*t...

That Brokenhearted NY rapper, love, so,now he can spit, sh*t.

That love that may cause damage but it's something you can manage, love.

But these dudes be one some stripper sh*t. Some fat a$s, flat stomach, big titties or I cant date her sh*t.

Or some I'm living in past, so I'mma half love you sh*t. And some "I'm too lazy too put the effort fourth. So, Imma just quit sh*t."

I want a love without boundaries.

So daddy can say he's proud of me.

For seeing through the F*ck Boys that he knew were surrounding me.

Excuse my french, he never raise me to curse, but with all this sh*t going around I could be much worse.

Daddy lessons and good blessings; be good to them but love you first.

In His Arms

In His Arms you bury your head into his chest and release tears of anguish fury and disbelief. Gently he caresses your back and says those four little words you were longing to hear. Not "Everything will be alright" But "I'll make everything better" and at that moment a ton of burden is lifted from your chest and into his hands, but to him feel as light as a feather.

Trust is elevated and at most high because hearing those words from his honey thick voice makes it ooze from his skin. Unknowingly you find out not only does he sympathize but he empathizes because once in his life not only has he felt the same way, but you'd once said those same words and lifted a similar burden from his body reassuring you of his motives of loving you.

His arms wear scars from childhood, hard work and labor, to him they're not appealing, to you they're a work of art. It should be part of the suffix ology because you've study every detail o...