Girl, Do you see him?

He claims that he wants me...

But see he doesn't want me

He don't want to get to know me and he dang sure don't want to talk to me

No ya see he wants to know how I caress his body, how many inches I can take without screaming

He ain't interested in my likes, my do's and don'ts... he wants to know how my mouth can dance down on something round

But he doesn't want to know me, he doesn't care that I told him I'm not quite ready

He just wants to know how I taste

How I am sweet, well ya see have you tasted a piece of forbidden fruit because that's me

See he doesn't want to know

Because if he wanted to know me he wouldn't have approached me knowing he already messed with my friend

He doesn't want to know me

Nahhh

He wants to check me off his list

Call up his boys saying that he hit this

This is the truth he doesn't want to know me

He doesn't care to know my fears or what I plan to do in a thousand years

He's not interested in ME

As he doesn't make it an effort to see me on a daily

But somehow always beats my alarm with the 2 am confirmation texts saying

You up?

As I look at my phone and flip back over knowing I'm not worth breakfast or dinner but a simple midnight snack

So yeah he doesn't want to know me

He soon begins to grow tired of waiting giving his boy permission to intersect me

The only difference he told him a little about me so the first thing he ask is

what I want to be?

How my dreams are planning to take me to the next level?

Where do I see myself in thirty years?

He's givin his brother a whole playbook on me and he thinks that's all he needs.

As the questions turn into kisses and I'm so Mesmerized that he took the time to get to know me

I slowly give him permission to continue

And now I'm sitting there thinking how am I about to cover my second hickey?

As he takes my body language as coaches signal to make the touchdown

And he leaps in for more

I reassure him that I'm more into baseball and he will not be making a home run.

With the face of confusion but he ask for just another kiss and I begin to give in because he ask between each kiss

how I could change the world?

And as I gasp to answer the question he ask could he enter me...

I knew there was more to this story.

As I shout for him to exit my room, because I won't be the girl you speak about in the locker room.

So yeah he doesn't want to know me...

He's just fascinated by the ways my hips dance to their own beat.