The Other Side

She is a ghost... a goblin... It's as if its my heart she is robbin everytime i get inside her... But its the outside that scares me. not the hips, lips, curves, and thighs... but its the eyes that makes me wanna call her shawty as I urge to be her plies... Allow me to get metaphorical... she's different than the others; she's uncategorical. an anomaly... that comes to me and makes me plead, but its not for the sweets, the sheets, the strokes, the Beats... not those by Dre. But those that have me on the Other(s) side of town each day. Soul searchin,searchin for her mind, rehearsin before each time I come into her presence to ensure i do the right thng to make her shine.... Her heart shine, and that voice.... I long for when we kiss so that as the lips touch for a moment I feel as if it is mine. It's hypnotic, forcing me to loose control of all senses and increasing bloodflow to my choractic... Did I even mention she's exotic. Brazilian ass, Black class, and puerto rican sass.... the perfect combination for that spine-tingling sensation I get as she moans when I'm deep in that... class... racin, tryna solve her equation, hopin her bell doesn't ring and she has a little patience....do I chase...am I already chasin. I dnt know... Sitting here wondering, pacing. All I know is that I'm in Love with my current situation.