How Grown Folks Do
Inhibiting I want to be But inviting is the impulse in me
Clearing up the cataracts so I can see
See the beauty in what God has created in thee
The pleasant scent of you and me
Together under the sycamore at 3
In the AM when winds are gently blowin
And the moon is brightly showin
And the glistening of your eyes and lips
Has my pulse jumpin and thumpin
My heart racin and poundin
To the rhythm of the swaying trees
To the melody of the whistling reeds
swiftly like the flowing river
where our blanket lies above the dandelion weed
my sense of touch sends signals to my brain
that I should be exuberant in joy
but ambiguous I am, for this is the midnight train
and right now I am jealous of the rain
although soft and warm, it came just the same
and he got to make you glisten, but before the night ends
you will remember my name
I'd like to have this picture in a frame
Of you and I soaking wet staring at each others frame
Thinking of the same bedside games
let's take it nice and slow, it's Usher on the radio
Wipers moving to the beat
Smooth ride on the back road
I wanna ask you where you wanna go
But there's something else I need to show
On Philly's west side, parkside,
Not far from west river drive
Where the whispers travel from doe to doe
By the statuesque entrance of memorial hall
Where lovers can sit together of far apart
And still be close enough to know
I know that you won't say no
To what I have in store for us next
You'll be vexed
By the petals on the steps, and the
Silk bed sets and the bottle of moet
Being chilled by the fire pit
just so we can converse a bit
maybe even take a hit if your up to it
Look my ulterior motive is make the most of tonight
That there maybe another and another night
Maybe even see the delight
in the morning as the greatest star shines it's light
On the truth of my blissful plight
Not to have you stay the night
But that you have had a wonderful time
With a person who could be a friend for life.
