


Creepy Numbers
.xp weirdme@miraclemiracle935004
3 months ago
#poetry
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Was he not passing?
I was washing
Pink and black, contours seen
Sexy as fuck, the least I know
Spot on red vermillion, lunging not walking
Adding up to his demeanor, define demure
An investor-like face, zaddy vibes
But submission’s his thing, my turn-on
I was in conflict, me, myself and I
Do you think I can approach him?
I was dared, I am proud
Ego won, I opened my buccal cavity
Called out unto him, he was stunned
Didn't know this, but he mentioned it
“I was too sexy to want his attention”
He thought it was a call to romance
I am more than you think, you'll find out
‘Got more supplies to deliver, not just that
Relationship maxxi, but still responsible
A father to many, a daddy to few, a vibe
The audacity for me, still got the number tho
The chat flow, insane, still we got entangled
Discipline Oh discipline, I took my time to build
Since I have a set plan to achieve, pleasure’s outta the way.