…flesh and a beer

…he says he loves me-

can’t live without me kinda’ love-

silly silly mind of a boy-

mere flesh and a beer camouflaged thoughts-

where two breasts and a newport satisfies his soul-

so there is no depth to his ocean of insight-

no mental waves to even stumble me-

straight face minus the intrigue-

he stuck on flesh-

im tryna soul fuc’-

underdeveloped manboy-

mere flesh and a beer camouflaged thoughts-

where baby oiled thighs and a brisk tea completes him-

well i love the sun nigga-

but it aint mines to claim-

and i sho as hell can’t touch it-

same shit applies-

fuc’ outta here. 💯

kb.

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