“In Position”

Gimme a woman with locs

Who juices for life and not

a style

Beautiful teeth inside of her smile

Black Girl lips and mouth

When she laughs and

Yeah…I’m imagining You

Having seen in dreams

The Completion of You before

Dainty hands tucked in

Side of Romper

Pockets, side

Slid those lace things that

Lie between cheeks that

I adore

Belly beads, she adorns

And Ankh between breasts

I caress and kiss slowly

As her soft lyrics vibrate around ear, landing on

lobe sucked

As her core erupts

As her nails find my back

And trace, “I was here,”

A date, then a dash

And

Gimme a woman with locs

Who juices for life…

And her hips in my hands

Come now