Treasure Island

Tameeka Smith

(Norfolk)

Feelin You


I have to be totally honest
I keep away from you on purpose
Don't think of it as a bad thing
I may go around other fellows
But I consider them as my brothers
They pose no threat
What I say is true
I mean it
I am not attracted to them
I know the moment
If we were ever around
One another
Out would go my morals and values
I am aware of this
That's why I be runnin
Lord knows that I have to
Keep my panties up
If I am ever around you
I wouldn't put up a fight
I love Moral Kombat
But I ain't into testing my might
Being around you I know
Would be dangerous
Just know this much
I am feelin you
And these words will have to do
It's the best way for me to
Stay out of trouble

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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