You’d probably think that I was telling a lie.
See, I was raised a little differently,
I’ve been through some fucked up situations in my life.
I could sit here and cry victim to being another fatherless child…
or I could sit here and talk about how my mother hasn’t seen happiness in a while.
You want me to open up more than just my legs on this bed,
you want more from me than just some mind blowing head,
You want to know how my life story began.
How my thoughts form,
how I find my courage.
You want to know why I keep my heart so silent
what I have to offer you will fulfill your physical being.
Those moments with hand gripping, flesh grabbing,, the legs opening, , me screaming for more .
,fingerprints, my passion, my softness and aggressiveness, all my desires and my passionate morning screaming.
There in, there is my story, ,