Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Crybaby


up late
poured another glass
then received a call
from your sorry ass
So I pressed talk
and it's annoying
what was said to me
when you all in my ear
trying to sweet talk me
I finally told you something
that would hurt your feelings
it was just friday that
we had broken up and
you reachin out like things are cool
probably caught word that
I talk with someone new

Late that night you had cried your tears
like a little child
who should be pacified
'cause your dissatisfied
on how things had played out
you're a crybaby
over you and me

took a bubble bath
dried off, relaxed
Flipping through movies
on the Tv screen
Cuddled with the boo
there in the queenbed
plant kisses on each others lips
it becomes intense
you sucking on my neck
then I would just surrender
that afternoon in decemeber
the feeling i can't forget
took me on a natural high
I had faded into you
we made beautiful music
as we lay there
after making love

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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