She was the type to touch herself when her coochie got wet,
She said I was the greatest,
I said you ain’t seen nothing yet,
This was long before the days of settling down,
The Don had to dislodge more than several rounds,
She tried to perform her finisher on me
Before she took off her nightgown,
I turned around,
And she was nude,
She said my words put her in the mood,
More ravishing than Rude
With my in-out interludes,
I was never taught the birds and the bees,
I was self-taught,
But I packed a jackhammer with absurd energy,
She was so into me,
A goddess is what she pretended to be,
Naturally,
Like a man fucking a woman,
Splendidly,
Nothing like those throwaways,
If it gets too deep then turn the page,
Back in 99’ I wasn’t as refined,
But still could recognize my shrines,
Only sported a watch,
Didn’t give two-shits about a shine,
The diamond was/is my mind,
She countered my wit,
By flashing her exquisite alphabet,
You thought I was going to say tits,
Years ago, I saw the future,
And was like, after the next book I may quit,
But then I realized in order to coexist
She has to sit in my lap,
This is deeper than the poetry
You find in most Hip-Hop, and certainly those raps,
She was dreaming of me,
Long before the master’s degree,
Celebrated like a Super Bowl,
Elevated past Crush Grooves into way too cold,
Teased me,
Until I gave her a sneak peak of destiny,
Cloned me until they perfected peaks,
That explains the Planet full of Dons,
Stay tuned for the next book,
The saga lives on…