Photo by Mike Von



A blur.
A poet and a dreamer
Her vibe is scary
Have him seeing things
She upgraded from the perishable things
A good girl but she’d rather do ratchet things
She asked him if she could model
He said yeah but why you reaching for my magazine?
Her beauty is striking on and off the scene
Experience every experiment
She trying to teach you things
In them jeans she so mean
She likes her space but he just wants to get in between
Mutual feelings, mutual realist
Want to open up, get comfortable
We touching the ceiling and exposing the roof
They try to spill secrets but never expose the truth
Never listening, anything that's negative stays mute
She said she a queen but don’t provoke me
Slut her out like your trophy
Choke her out while you stroking
Under the covers cause we low key