Get Out Before It Is Too Late

Darling, this isn’t a play on words,
Last night you were in my dreams,
Found love between each other’s lips,
Asked to ride, even though the penalty,
Is 30 to life, with no chance of parole,

Do you remember Christmas Eve,
Our brother from another mother called,
Spoke of retaliation for past crimes,

Finished cooking biscuits,
Wore Black Calvin Klein booty shorts,
With an unbuttoned dress shirt from my closet,

Everything about you looked precious,
Cleavage played hide and seek,
Coco buttered legs,

Played with your curls,
Half Jamaican, Half Mexican,
Started out as friends, became lovers,

We were going to leave,
Move to a new city,
Start fresh,

It was 1:45am,
We waited, he never showed,
Positioned my seat at an angle,

In your eyes, I saw,
Fear, hatred, and remorse,
Snapped the back of your bra,

One final climax,
Both of our eyes rolled,
Felt the barrel of your gun, click,

Darling, this isn’t a play on words,
Last night you were in my dreams,
Found love between each other’s lips,
Asked to ride, even though the penalty,
Is 30 to life, with no chance of parole,

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