#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
on our way to repave
them fast nights
visions fore played in them fast days
started early asking when your make your way
to see me
make me hits notes like Mariah Carey
on my toes scarry
don't wanna but I'm gonna hit them knees
talking shit
like when we gonna take them trips
hit them ships
I asked it before I let you feel them lips
or flick my clit
flik your Bic
roll one
I need to smoke up 'fo
I lick yo dick
you gone get to pick tricks
which one you going for
gotta know before I go down on it
won't make a sound on it
til I know how it's goin down
then Ill down dick
lick flick
pics tricks
have you feeling like it's your birthday and shit
give you cake
no fake
make you hate my shit
talking won't let another nigga date my shit
say it's yours
call me bitch
but betta watch how you say it
if you can say it depend on how you play it