The Conversation
Ummm best friend I.. gotta.. yea... I, that's right I need to let you in on a lil secret. I'm wanting you I have been for a long time. Your sun-kissed, sexy, deep-toned skin like the darkest of chocolate glistening in the reflection of the moonlight. With a tall frame and muscular physique making my mouth water. I can't help imagining the things that you would do to me; all the many different positions that you would maneuver my limbs in.
Damn... It's like you got my mind consumed with thoughts of you. Fantasizing about you and me in every way imaginable. The messed up part is, I don't remember when these thoughts began. Yet they've taken over my mind. Hell, I can't even remember when I began to look at you differently I.. I mean don't get it twisted you have always been aesthetically pleasing to the eye; not on a I want to get with you level. But more like that stroke game could be fun level. However, we've become like this; this somewhere between you being a cool-ass friend and me losing my damn mind.
Ha... yeah that's it I lost my damn mind and now I have to find it. I'm not stupid, there's no way that you would think of me on that level... I already know you won't even look at me like that. See I've known my place in your life for a long time. I'm that bony Tomboy from around the way. And yea you've only seen me as 'little mama' I know... But for me we've hypothetically been through this before and that was years ago. But finally, I can say I'm a big girl yea, that's right I'm a grown woman now; not that same inexperienced girl from before. I know what it is that I want and baby it's you that I want and it's not like I'm trying to be your exclusive. I know you wifed up an all that but just make room for me that's all I'm asking for. Shit not even polygamy I don't have to be a wife unless that's what you wanted too.
I just know that you're what I crave, like making my sweet tooth ache. Like I wake up out of my sleep cuz I can smell you baking and I can taste you on my taste buds like you apart of a feast spread out before me. Ha.. I'm losing it for real. I really have lost my damn mind. You got me gone... so gone (this shit is so unreal) like Monica singing the song but except it's my reality.
I shake my head tryna clear my mind but I soon realize that it's too late. Because my hand snakes down into my Agent Provocateur. My fingers caressing and massaging my pearl feeling like Tweet oops oh my... (sh...shh..shi..sshit babe fuck huh) See what I'm talking about, I want you to understand. This is what you do to me.
Like right now, As we're out getting frozen yogurt and I'm paying just a lil too close attention to the way your tongue is licking around that spoon. I'm glued watching as you suck up every drop of flavor, wondering did you get it all. I'm so damned focused, going through all these changes fuuck.... and you're asking me if I'm okay... Um... no Best Friend. I'm not okay and you know why? Cause I want to study your anatomy very closely as if I was taking classes at the nearest university and needed the credits to graduate.
