Written Crack

Written Crack

You checking for it, after the first hit

You screamed on m and wasn’t feeling it

But deep inside your intrigue grew

You know “the general falls” interested you

You liked the way it was written

Enjoyed the way I was spitting

You herd the way those words slid off my tongue

It hit you quickly and you wanted to run

But you fiended for more, yearned for more

Asked for more until your throat became sore

I walked away with my book in my hand

Your sight started to expand

With my shadow

You rewind your recorder to hear the audio

Of the poetic vibe I just laid down

You felt nirvana when my voice is the only sound

That fills your dark bedroom

You undressed and pulls your hair back into a pony tail

When my voice hit your ears, you sigh and exhale

Laving down on your bed

With your pillow separating each leg

And you humping freely

Wishing it was me

You were holding on to

Couldn’t believe that poetic addiction overcame you

You came quickly the first time, started a slow grind

In your own mind

And your fantasy was me, sliding my hands so freely down your body

Caressing your skin so lightly

You open your eyes as the tape stopped

Your energy less body lay completely rocked

So satisfied when the written crack dropped