We laugh and joke,
she takes a bath and soaks
In my glass Captain Morgans rum and bout a half a coke
Her legs?
Defined.
strong like they trunks of oak
Im half drunk under the spell of the candle smoke
Music still low, got sportscenter on mute
She comes out in a towel **Teeth suck** Thinkin she cute
Tells me bout her day, and her girls are some nosey hoes
She silly in her towel wet eatin a box of dos e dos
Mostly those types of women are imaginary
This is the type you marry so yeah…. this is kinda scary
Scratch that very.
Next to me on the couch she drops
I rub her feet with shea butter from the Body Shop
I should probably stop, cuz her calves?
Her thighs? All of that woman packed in such a petite prize
We meet eyes, tells me don’t stop….
