It's Not What You Think

Her body was slick with sweat
Heated and sensitive
My fingers were twitchy
Skilled and experienced

You'd think this was that kind of poem
But I spit the truth through words reversed
I apologize if I sound a little perverse

She was that type
The one to leave you hype
Only left with a memory of those thighs
And all those days you try

She was that perfect screw
You'll never have to worry about your period due
Until she fucked you with a chain
Tying you back with confusion and pain

She was that tease
And when she felt you slipping
She'll crawl on her hands and knees
Having you think, "am I trippin`?"

She manipulated me to a point of insanity
Made me think about popularity
"Baby, don't you like the fame"
"I would if you were tame"

She was that spotlight
But once in awhile took the limelight
Absolute egotistical
Turning to the perfect linguistic gal

She made me stop
Got me to the top
I changed
Once in awhile got deranged

She took my sanity
Exchanged for some ecstasy
I got what I wanted
But not what my heart needed

A cold and selfish relationship
I was possessive, claiming ownership
For what reason
Only to end up on treason

She was that sleazy judge
And in the back of your mind is begrudge
When you finally realize
Her love will never die ....

If is was never alive