And he placed each kiss, on purpose;
licked every surface,
beneath my surface,
yes love... on purpose.
Took me places,
making faces,
he picked places,
and made me face it,
as he placed it,
in places,
I forgot were spaces.
So far inside I thought he misplaced it.
"Fuck those other niggas," he made me racist.
Then he made me taste it,
Good Gracious!
