Damn…

She bites her bottom lip. Man, I’m a sucka for this. The further I reach. The harder she is to get. 

I don’t mind a good challenge, but this woman is astonishing. I’m cutting as many corners as I can, tryin’ to get around it.

She knows she's got me trippin.’ Kicking game right now just won’t get it. And if today was my birthday, Lord knows what I’d be wishing.

She turns to walk away smiling. Anticipating right that I would follow. And the game she’s playing right now, I know I shouldn’t bother. But it’s like I’m a dog in heat, and she has me by the collar.

In my frustration, I threw my hands down and said, whatever. I don’t have time to play this game. It’s obviously you’re playing with a Royal Flush, and I’m nowhere near that type of hand.

She’s gone all in, and I’ve just folded. But still pleaded baby please. I don’t need your number, just let me come on over.

She grabs my hand still smiling. Always smiling. And says she’s got the when and the where, as long as I’ve got the know-how.

I just shook my head then smiled. And said Damn… Keith Sweat would be proud.

Written and read by Dee. Williams
Music Supervisor: Dee. Williams
Background music: Abstract Style 121455 QubeSounds
Background music arrangement by Afthal
Photo by Lexica