i ain't talkin...

i ain't talkin with a sliver of the tongue rollin around with the thought of how it is u feel upon my own taste buds jumpin at ur feet... i'm a lil more in to the way u move as u carry yourself past the attempts of so called men comin at u with loose lips tryin to sweep u into the fantasies of fake n over rated dreams... it's in the way u stand when ur attraction sets sights on u for how u respond digs into my own thoughts... i jus wanna witness the decisions from over here as my interest truly teeters on the form of exposure of who u give in to as time seems to pause... u see, i know what it is i need to take a gander at as it's the company u keep closer than ur own relatives wonderin when will u eva learn... do what it is u do as i give a lil attention to how u act out with life's curves twistin hands upon ur hips claimin who's touchin u is the equivalent of worth... i'll be posted up takin notes in the sea of those that appear to be jus like me wantin a go at a turn with u goin all the way the fuck in... jus behind the front lines with a peek atchu i'm a lil more patient to watch how quickly u notion the ok to the oh hell naw on what it is ur lookin for to step up n give a lil somethin from within... if i gotta keep it movin it's prolly bcuz u jus let anyone in to the goods n i ain't talkin about what's down in the moisture of ur precious lil toy u tend to give away... i'm jus waitin on time to come at me like, yo, this one has a lil wau about her that isn't a fuckin around with jus anyone due to she understands what it means in the exchangin of names... as materials aren't a desire to fill the hearts drought of the thrill seeked for personal pleasure of not bein able to get enough... i don't mean to hide myself, i jus don't wanna get started on somethin that ain't got no time to make happen due to there's no eye to meet the eyes of the beholder of luv... knowin there's no need in the rush of emotions unless truths get the okay to go ahead with what's been found prior to fallin into the neva of the return... hear me out n find reason in the way u relate for i can't afford yet an other self righteous woman too bitter for her own good as i drift back shakin off a new lesson to learn... i ain't talkin tone into our ear tryin to be sweeter than anything you've eva know bcuz i myself want a somethin a lil more real... n all i wanna do is appreciate the hand to feels me livin the way my own fingertips sink beneath the skin of a luv'r well past healed... i could be jus another passerby or that comfort as what is to be depends on ur very own choice to be who it is u are n what u allow... til then, i refuse to open my mouth...