Qualia

Gorgeous, Brown, Mahogany

Can’t focus on the creature sitting across from me

All I see

Is gorgeous, brown, mahogany

He puts money on me

Asks, “Where is my charity”

Scrunching up my face

I’m displeased

What more can he want from me?

Look at my beauty

My Gorgeous, Brown, Mahogany.

He puts stake on my plate

And gives me shit for being late

He asks “where is my love?”

After spewing such hate

Listen here Lurch,

This is only the first date

Just close your lips tight

And look at the most majestic thing two people can create (me).

He keeps sparking questions,

“Where do you work?”

“What do you do for fun?”

“Any kids?”

“Ever been married?”

“Do you like to cook?”

Searching for answers that he’s not ready for

He should be looking at my eyes

Windows to the soul for him to adore

Instead,

I’m becoming bored

And these eyes are drifting towards the door.

The room is dimly lit,

And he can see this bright red lip

I just need him to get a grip

So I can him my world famous strip

Then he asks “How do you feel about a skinny dip?”

Wait,

Hold on

That’s more like it

I like the sound of this bit

He’s finally starting to be a man,

A dimwit

Just a pair of eyes to admire this body,

So smooth

So fit

Where is my vape?

I’m finally ready to take a hit.

Let’s finally talk about getting intimate

You see,

The only thing I bring to the table

Runs down the middle in the form of a slit

Because I’m not putting up anything that will leave me feeling misfortunate

I won’t put up my accolades

So they can feel the warmth of your spit

You can ask “what are you feeling?”

But I won’t put that on the table just to justify your hit

Let’s just blow past all this bullshit

So you can blow your load quick

And I can drip down a wooden stick.

We hear chi chatter across the room

Of people trying to create a relationship soon

But I know they’ll meet their doom

Just praying it’s not a tomb

Or an unwanted baby in the womb.

Which is why I keep my wants on the surface

So then nobody can hurt this

All I need is one night of pure bliss

To escape the feeling of being hopeless

He finally gets the jist

So now every word he speaks

Don’t miss

But when we get up from the table

His body starts to slither

And his words turn into a hiss

I don’t even care

I still give him a little kiss.