Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
This is a poem from Max's POV in heat.
Damn
Shit
It's here again
The desire in my eyes
The horny-ness in my thighs
I'm on the prowl
And every man is meat
But it all about sex
When, baby, I'm in heat
I hear you pulse quicken
When I walk in the room
But don't worry 'bout it, shorty
Cause I'm horny too
I want you!
And every man in the room
What I want I get
And I'll do something I'll regret
Start lookin' for me
I'll be gone
Cause while you drink that 40-ounce
I told my people, "Gotta bounce"
I went intending to go home
The streets are a danger to roam
In this condition
I end up at the place
Of a man with mission
"What the hell," I think
"Am I doin' here"
I know at all cost don't go upstairs
My legs move
With a mind of their own
All the while I'm thinkin'
"Ain't I supposed to be home?"
Locked in a closet
Protected from testosterone
He's not here
Thank God
But there's his smell
First twelve hours are hell
I thought I was bad at the Crash
Feelin' like whore
Now I'm more ready than before
Take a cold shower
Maybe something to eat
Calm down a bit
Thought I know I'll still feel the heat
Go to my room just to get some sleep
Mine? In this bitch?
When did I start feelin' ownership?
Doesn't matter
Not know
When I'm so ready to tho' down
So I sleep and when I woke from my dreams
I saw a pair of blue eyes staring at me
More beautiful than any fantasy
I say, "Hey" he says, "Hey" to me
He wants to ask questions
But knows I won't tell
So he ask about breakfast
A safe place to dwell
I won't turn it down
He knows me that well
And as I sit down
Watching him watch me
Eating with him as he eats
I'm so glad I'm not in heat
Cause now
His pancakes are pleasing me
