Listen, lookie hear...

Whatcha wantin? Whatcha afta? Is it who u wantin me to be..? Or are ya chasin my mind to run circles around whatcha truly afta? Don't slip thinkin ur gonna get me with that twist in ya hip... Do u think imma not feel u up like the freak I am blowin n tastin kisses from ya lips..? What's it ur afta lookin my way so ridiculous..? I ain't cha typical opposing gender flippin ur own mind against u til ur crisp... Who do u think it is I am ur comin at half steppin like Ya did the rest..? I'm on some other shit n ain't got time to vent with ya in harsh words gettin my best feelin pissed... This here u see is me bein somewhere else mentally lockin down the heart without it pushin out my chest... So again, whatcha tryin to find out before u spit venom as words as weapons neva the less..? I've been where ur at in ya mental state of mind goin down in flames claimin that immaturity of ur yesterday... Betta step ya game up n listen to ya self in which angle u directin that seductive seducin leverage u grip within ya frame... Shuga coated candy laced in a stare don't work this way for I need not the trap of how good ya think ya snatch can lay... If u can catch the drift in my float straight up n breathin, I will not change for u as I will remain the same... Don't underestimate my lean if I give in to ya suffocation smotherin ya own train of thought thinkin I'm anything less than who it is I am... Whatcha feelin u seem to want creepin up on me holdin u at bay as a man? U see, it's not that I'm not interested by far as I jus don't wanna be hurt waitin on u to appear in true form from within attemptin to land... Whatcha workin with hopin to crack my safe n steal what I'm willin to give with my own two hands..? Fr..! Consider me the way u keep up on Ya self before u run ya so called game my way standin still... Here in plain sight in my way to be seen ya gotta rise to the occasion outside ya minds capabilities to understand I'm not a woman but I can feel as splittin hairs on the back of my neck can't stand the chill... If ya wanna play, hold ya own as an individual with that thrill for me that'll neva fade bcuz for ya I will not spill til time wraps around the clicks goin under... I don't have gills... As I'm afraid of deep waters for the current has an undertow that claims lives here in real life... Don't speak n I won't be able to hear u lie... Catchin ya actions as moments within movements find me attendin the attention u seek... Wrapped up in more ways than desires can vent from the internet of sexual heat... I'm jus me feelin my way along as I know words can alter what it is u do... Jus be u... N the breakin u the fuck off will be a mission every fuckin time I deliver myself to ur needs... From pleasure to the tease jus before I drop to my fuckin knees... Mind ya own n find yourself as time plays out... Then maybe I'll come around to u bein felt as like turns to luv n is allowed...