The complex one

The weekend(voicemail)

The Weekend(voicemail)

Hey it’s me, I don’t gotta say the name you know the voice, I been thinking about you lately and wanted to here your voice. I guess your to busy right now again, or you must have put your phone on do not disturb again..or maybe just maybe you with him again. Ha, damn boo I feel sorry for you, he’s your 9-5 I feel sorry for you too. I see why you turn up on weekends so much, you feen for the right touch but you swear enough is enough and you can’t talk to me no more cuz your afraid of my touch.

Damn, but you love me on the weekends, tell em why you leaving every weekend, and why you always sore on the weekend. Or did you forget about Friday, how I wore you out till Saturday and gave praise to that with my tongue had you crying out for Jesus on Sunday and had you cursing the devil Monday because...your back in his arms. Damn this feeling is precious I know that your ready, to skip all the weekdays ...

The complex one

The complex one 

The complicated one that gives me anxiety every time you around, so difficult but so easy to get along with, the mind games your brain creates in something I've never seen before. I'm drawn to your danger and afraid to know what's really behind that complex mind. Complex is the perfect word to paint a picture in my mind of you. Show me the way out of This maze in your mind if I'm not supposed to be here. If I am give me a clue to find the key to the door that you you don't want me to unlock..

(Hits blunt) damn ...

The natural power you radiate intoxicates my mind into thinking I have you figured out, but I'm one step behind. Or am I ahead? 

what are you capable of?

What are you capable of?

What is that your hiding? What is this feeling I feel when we talk. That desire in your soul that gets blocked by your mind. The fire in your eyes doused by the love in you heart. Why let it tear this apart. Why fight the feeling inside when it wants to take over.

What are you capable of doing to me? These minds games are nuts and I don't know how long I can take my anticipation building inside

Of me, ready shake your mind and trouble your spirt. Miss slick one, excuse me... pay attention I asked you a question.. I been sitting in your class to long and I still ain't get the lesson? Are you capable of flying, can you read minds and control them, well read mines and don't control it my thoughts about you don't need to be altered but merely brought into fruition. 

What are you capable of? Or you a seducer medusa? I guess not cuz only one head turns to stone whenever the thoughts o...