I s t a y i n w o r d s
We spoke.
And boy I lit up inside.
Caramel skin,
tall,
buff
I swore to God
when you gave me that head nod,
I spoke,
to myself.
Laundering in Spanish,
Make me his plot
and the setting,
make it some place hot.
Then read to me.
Brushing past me
eyes searching my body
Brainstorming up a masterpiece.
The letters we'd form
how the sentences will perform.
Already,
We were in our own entity.
Flowing.
Lemme see,
boy,
I couldn't wait to see.
Down in my seat,
A sea of words for me.
What were they going to make of me?
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