I never felt the need to wear designer anything.
I mean apple bottoms did make my ass feel bigger
But perhaps that was just due to all the extra eyes on it.
He labels me fascinatingly irritable.
I label him a talented asshole.
She labels me curiously confused.
I label her fucking amazing.
I don’t want to be in a strait jacket.
I don’t want to give up on marrying Lenny Kravitz either.
Label me confused.
Because I love well defined bit of heaven that is his pelvis
and the way her butt fills those jeans just enough to be noticeable by me.
Label me curious because of the things I want to do with her.
The only thing I find curious is the creative ways I come up with to make it happen.
I label me openly loving.
Don’t want to focus only on finding Mr. Right
When Ms. Marvelous could be standing right in front of me.
Have sex on the first date or encounter and they label you a hoe
I say we could all die tomorrow
So why not let you fuck my inhibitions away
And die that much freer than I was before.
Label me bitch
Cause I am light skinned with pretty hair
And neither time nor patience for your bull shit.
When all you did was write a poem.
Guys spit alliteration among alluring angels attempting to acquire ass
Label her a groupie if she shows the slightest interest in both your talent & your body
They are out there
Don’t get me wrong
But maybe you actually are that enticing
Maybe you deserve your own groupie,
President of your fan club
Shouldn’t a partner be just that?
No one can live life on a pedestal
Or in a box
Or behind a label
If you must
Label me Turtleberry
Curiously confused in my clarity
Now back inside my shell.
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