I decided that I needed to share a story with the world about the man that I love and why I love him. His name is Khalil Malik Thomas- And he is my religion. He lit in a fire inside of me. Let me show you what it feels like to feel a love that keeps on burning...
They don’t know what to do with me baby, that’s the problem. They can’t sit me down and shut me up, put me in a box, Or play me at my own game, Because how can I be so calm when I'm a hurricane of a woman? All power and strength and independence. I'm not pretty, soft, and quiet, I'm beautiful, strong, powerful, determined, Sexy as hell, But they don’t know what to make of me. I am a once in a lifetime kind of woman, That little boys may pass up for the safety of everyday girls, But I know my worth. I could bring them to their knees if I so choose. I wear my purpose like an armor and I will allow no man to puzzle me out by stripping me of my strength, not even you. I just need you to simply stand back and say “that’s my girl”.
Some nights I was able to substitute your warmth for the warmth of another, as long as I didn't look at him. I've conditioned myself to believe in sex; both pure and animal, with no concept of love because my heart is still yours. But I need that warmth, I need you to return to my bed. I need you to love me once more unless you plan on leaving my head. Most nights, I just can't deal with you not being here next to me. But in due time... you will have no trouble understanding poetry when i slide my tongue between your lips. I remember you would finger fuck me with your writing.. I wonder if the pages ever smelt me on you. This is poetry.
They don’t know what to do with me baby, that’s the problem. They can’t sit me down and shut me up, put me in a box, Or play me at my own game, Because how can I be so calm when I'm a hurricane of a woman? All power and strength and independence. I'm not pretty, soft, and quiet, I'm beautiful, strong, powerful, determined, Sexy as hell, But they don’t know what to make of me. I am a once in a lifetime kind of woman, That little boys may pass up for the safety of everyday girls, But I know my worth. I could bring them to their knees if I so choose. I wear my purpose like an armor and I will allow no man to puzzle me out by stripping me of my strength, not even you. I just need you to simply stand back and say “that’s my girl”.
Some nights I was able to substitute your warmth for the warmth of another, as long as I didn't look at him. I've conditioned myself to believe in sex; both pure and animal, with no concept of love because my heart is still yours. But I need that warmth, I need you to return to my bed. I need you to love me once more unless you plan on leaving my head. Most nights, I just can't deal with you not being here next to me. But in due time... you will have no trouble understanding poetry when i slide my tongue between your lips. I remember you would finger fuck me with your writing.. I wonder if the pages ever smelt me on you. This is poetry.
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