Mercury
I can't stand the heat
I'm sweating like a stole something, second guessing like I know something, and the sun rays from the August summer day got my soul cussing
Spike Lee has taught me that a high noon of an oven hot can change a sane man to a patient man doing never do's and the will nots
Sweat beads like jewelry swing sad trails to a salty tongue and there she is... standing there...while my heart speeds like Flo-Jo
Love...
Maybe so
But my Romantic eyes tend to be blind
She whispers, she exhales softly, slowly, my oxygen supply
It's complex the ways apartments wind...of course she lives on the final floor
Her lips speak unintelligible lines, my mind fine, my knees weak
I CAN'T HELP IT!
Allow me to think while I throw my education out the back door
She's right there, I'm right here, her vibes attract me I can't ignore
She's shoeless
I’m drawn to her slender feet
A dress on
I'm drawn to where her thighs meet
Waists never wasteful, so much waist that I'm waist deep
I CAN'T HELP IT!
Her face is indescribable
Caramel, mocha, chocolate, coffee
...yea, I know.
And the reddish brown tint of the curly hair flies, but like my thoughts raced it now rests
Blink. Close. Blink. Closer. Blink. Kitchen. Blink. Tray. Blink. She. Blink. Me. Blink. Bedroom. Blink. Close. Blink. Kiss. Blink. Blink. Clothes.
Now...to do the right thing
With my tray of ice and my Rosie Perez.