Now That You're A Memory

If you thought the way I loved you was a thing most would envy
You should see how I'm loving him now that you're a memory
He doesn't make me worry 'bout where...
He's been or who he saw or...
What club he went to with his homies
He's strong enough to hold me
So I'm nothing like the old me
Now I'm proud to sing our whole truth.
But I'm happy to have known you
Because of every lie you told me
I can appreciate his honesty
His roots run deep into this love we're committing
I don't have to hope for next lifetime to find a joy I can live in
He's my everything -
So everything I'm giving him
Are reflections of the inner him
So naturally I'm into him
Even when I'm out with him
(I'm loving him)
Because of him I'm over "him"
Now everything feels good again
So when I smile, it's not pretend
My lover, my leader, my best friend
He's not an addiction; he doesn't alter my reality
He's not an affliction; he's not the kind of man who hurts me
He's no contradiction; he doesn't say what he doesn't mean
He loves with conviction: there's no denying what he feels for me
So why wouldn't I give him all the best parts of my affection?
Of course I'm making his happiness my love's only intention!
He carries my heart like a King, not the court's best jester
So the baggage and the damage from you I never let fester
I shed myself of negativity because of everything he's given me
I love him like my power comes from the goddess Aphrodite
I love him with urgency
I love him with passion
I give him positive energy
He turns his promises into action

You never allowed me to give you this kind of love
You were shady and kept me bound without the warmth of the sun
No, you weren't the one.
But I guess it was fun.
And though I don't regret loving you, I'm glad that we're done.

And If you thought the way I loved you was a thing most would envy
You should see the way I'm loving him,
Now that you're a memory.

Rough Night

He said he had a rough day so I'll let him give me a rough night
I'll take the pain without putting up a fight
Or maybe I might...
Depends on how he wants me to react
Close my eyes and take it? Or push and pull right back...
Fact:
He's worth the rug burns and the red ass and tomorrow's wash and set
He's worth the dizziness I'll feel when his hands are around my neck...
I don't ever regret letting him make me sweat and getting me soaking wet
I'm getting a little hot thinking about what he hasn't even started to do yet...
My Mission: Submission
Willing lips will take a firm grip of just the tip then the whole stick...
Eyes tearing up from trying to swallow my meal whole
Back of my throat swelling up to the stroke's tempo
He won't let go
Hands on the back of my head forcing me stay low
I'm ok though...
And if he doesn't want to let that pipe burst where I quench thirst,
He'll pick me up and turn me over to where we started first
I'll let him take out all of his days frustrations until he reaches that point of elation
That's why he knows when he feels down I'll give him that elevation
My rough night is how I'll save him from his rough day
Then I'll stumble up and ask him "baby are you hungry?"

He Thinks I'm....

He thinks I'm beautiful
The kind of beauty you see during a sunset
'Cause when he's with me it's the only time he feels blessed
And when he's in me is the only time he's not stressed
Not the model dime chic in the club your homies consider a conquest
Not a pageant winning carbon cut out wearing a tight dress
...or much less...
Yet still my beauty he admires on my worst day
And when we touch he proves he wants me in the worst way
He makes me come before and after like Friday to Thursday
He's never stingy with his love when it comes to word play
I must say-
He's in love with more than just what I appear to be
He takes the time to know the desires of the inner me
He encourages the talents even I don't see
And when I doubt, he kisses me slow until I too believe
...I'm beautiful.