Infactuation

Alas my dependency upon my beloved is beginning to leak out through my pores
He gazes at the stars outside my windows, and his simpleness makes me so weak
I lay my head on his chest every night before I go to sleep
Even our arguments are becoming deep
Everyone is noticing the change inside my speech
Sistahs’ watch my feminism shed into full support of my Strong Regal Man
We hold hands while he drives,
the way
A King and Queen would hold hands riding inside a gold chariot
He notices my flaws but is never harsh with his criticism
He just calmly states what WE need to work on
He is tender a as peaches skin that is softly bitten into allowing the nectar to flow
Down my tongue nourishing my parched throat
He is as satisfying as the sound of a calm night on the East side
All gangsters laid next to baby mama’s worn out by the 1st of the months request for
Crack Cocaine and ex pills
We are truly lovers, his sweat weaves itself inside of my pores
I smell his scent when he is not around
Close my eyes and envision his full brown lips saying, “ You gone be home when daddy gets back?”
I reply in a girlish manor, “ Yes, Daddy I’ll be home”.