Get At Me Boy...

Get at me boy
I’m looking for a new sex toy
The kind who always likes to play
A bad boy who’s a good lay
Not afraid to lay the pipe right ...
Can bring it morning, noon or night

Get at me boy
If you can bring me joy
Make me scream your name
Has no shame in your game
Not scared, timid or coy
If that’s you, then get at me boy

My True Essence

I Stand...

I stand here before you…

Naked
Wounded
Dazed
Afraid
Scorned
Torn
Worn
Battered
Abused
and Accused

But I stand

My True Essence

Hungry...

You say you are hungry for me
Even starving you say
Like a homeless man without food on any given day
So how hungry are you really for me
Will you eat me like a buffet that’s free...
An all you can eat coochie fest
Like the last piece of fried chicken breast
Or sop me up like homemade biscuits and gravy
Eat me up until I’m wild and crazy
So how hungry are you really for me…

My True Essence

Lost Child (Written for Bobbi Kristina Brown)

When I think of you
As I often do...
I think of a lost child
Who has gone wild
One with no direction
Longing for affection
From the one no longer here

When I think of you
As I often do
I want to take you in my arms
Protect you from all harm
I want to console you
Hold you
Like the one gone used to

When I think of you
As I often do
I can see you standing in the rain
Trying to hide the tears and pain
Struggling to make it each day
Trying to handle it your way
I wish I had the right words to say

When I think of you
As I often do
I pray God helps you pull through
You have a lot of living left to do
She would not want this for you
So hold on and fight to live
Because even if you don’t believe it
You have so much left to give

My True Essence