Daydreaming

As he lay after a stressful day, his body crashes

he eases his breathing, closes his hazel eyes

but can't help—to reminisce about her thighs

as his thoughts increase, his body aggressively teased

over worked, under payed, under laid

in the hopes to be satisfied-in any way

pause…see…

I used to be his peace of mind,

To ease his mind,

To strip and let him watch my clothes fall from behind

And then he would caress my thighs

He’d let me ride, I’d let him grind

And pray to God these feelings never would subside

Deep breathing, skin clinging, soul cleansing

A whole lot of woman to keep him pleasing

See now ya’ll… his groin is missing the action

compared to this simple bitch who's obliviously lacking

She never set the tone, and she is all skin and bone

Pale lifeless body, compared to this Carmel mocha latte

oh he's craving—like a fat kid wanting a sundae

like a broke bitch needing payday

Now on this day, as he reminiscing about my kisses all over

He can't help but to touch done under

imaging me, tossing me, doing all that nasty shit he mustered up to smash me

as I scream

he awoke to realize, he still had blue balls

he traded a queen, for a plenty-penny kinda bitch

then grabbed her for weak ass kiss

turned her around…pettiness

called out my name…degrading