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 fromthe 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…