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He waited patiently to court me, precisely, respectfully, gracefully, tenderly in his plot to the womb.
But at the time I was taken, and my hormones had awakened by a man who had forsaken… my need for emotional attention. See he was addicted to the streets leaving me home with Apprehension.
And here this gentleman was to fill the voids that had been empty. I met his family and met mine. Our vibes were strong and intertwined. Surprisingly our mutual needs were aligned. …But Far too intense to fully consume, and by now he could smell the progression to my womb.
10 years later we’re still friends. Petty fights we made amends. Crazy how we’d just pick up and resume, he never gave up on trying to get to the womb.
And Now temptation is on both sides. The infatuation does not subside. Don’t put that song on...If you put that song on you gone start at my lips.. too close to womb you too close to my hips. If you pour that drink temperatures will rise, back up, back up, you’re too close to my thighs. He caught a glimpse of my breast and now he wanta see if they're soft. And before I knew it, my clothes came off.
And here I am now up on a wall ...screaming your name like a class roll call.
Go deeper, go deeper, go deeper, go deep. Is this really happening? Is it too late to retreat?
42 days have passed and still no cycle and now we’re having arguments about our title. No need to call because you’re blocked and your calls won’t get through, run back to your ex, you can tell her I sent you. Can’t believe the disrespect ...that you are giving ...while your baby is in my belly some can’t be forgiven.
Month after month you got me stressing out. Regretting that I didn’t just embrace my drought. Oh, how those “I love you’s” quickly switch to gloom and now I’M IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM BLEEDING FROM MY WOMB. ..On Christmas…
Discharged and I quickly went astray. And you desperately searched for me day after day. And all the feelings I had for you; I pray them away. AND I ATE THIS TRAUMA LIKE A ***IN BUFFET. And I never confessed this to you but right now I will. And I really hope that the regret gives you chills. Because here you are coming to finally visit your son for the very 1st day, just to put them on display. Well, he’s in the urn on the fireplace. “Happy Father’s Day”
#apoetsblues
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