Ooo wee and yes lawd, things are getting a bit hot.
I’ve got it, he want’s it — not sure if I want to ‘get got.’
If loving you is WRITE I don’t want to be wrong.
I’m DNA to the southern pin up Carmen Jones.
Not quite Louisianan; I don’t read chicken bones.
I’m a hallelujah girl – Jesus is my ‘jones.
I pray. I walk a key & tailored line…
the view is good from the front – the view is good from behind
and good lawd — the deeds that do occupy my time
are good for me; my colorful sublime.
I can’t physically bottle it but I can type it out.
A literal Monday will be my lips pout.
MAC Gold. Lips sticking out but I’m not mad nor hurt,
This fire I’m fanning is quite the invoking flirt.
It’s drawing me in and pulling up my skirt,
it’s roughing up my hair, but no — it doesn’t hurt.
It’s firm and it’s good…
you know that paper is made from wood.
Wood is a natural erection. Nature gives us that.
And now a forest is before me so with my ax – I’m up to bat.
The day is young however when it gets old,
I’m stacking enough wood to stave off future colds.
It’s pouring out of me, so today I will produce and concept bottle.
I’ve got my laptop, my coffee pot and I’m on CREATION THROTTLE
and it feels good.
I’m making wood.
It could get you hard…
But I’m willing to bet
if you’re “about that skirt” – it’ll get you wet.
An insight of delights and the title list is long:
Intellectual, action-packed, and chemistry strong.
My creative mood is quite firm, so I’m going hard!
Happiness is about me, ooo wee and good lawd.
When crafting life imitating pieces many canvases may be used.
Sometimes I strike and start over, other times I blur and fuse.
To let go and let it flow is my 24-hour plan. I am that lady.
and Mondays Maybe is My Sure Fire Baby.
I’ll be thinking about you too.