He has no suspicious ideas
about these hidden thoughts of mine.
The "Got it Twisted" wickedness
Boy
Have I got ideas of what I could do to him,
The experience of my prowess
The sensual heights
I could bring him
Service him the vice of moist
Lips of this mouth
The levies I could break...
Even now (ONE Mississippi)
The Earnestness of the warmth in my groin
(TWO Mississippi)
trains of thought / tight caboose / and whistling steam
(Thrice Mississippi...)
My imbalance seems becoming obvious
So we hurriedly converse,
Our talk :
Brief with business lingo
(My eyes high on his physique)
In the interim
Exchange our dimes,
Buddha in my hand...
"Wuss up?"
'Sup bro... (a synchronized nod)
In the pause of dead air,
I mad dog him with my eyes
(Drunk off his musk).
He has no idea about these ideas
The silent stealth of the naked thoughts in my *******,
The twisted scene of my imagination's
Motion pictures...
******** him off to completion.
