Player was his game,
Travelling to distant lands
To implement his plans
I call him fuck boi that was his name
From one heart to another he aimed his darts and tore them apart
A kiss of death to a torched mind
A simple ride never heard from him again he was never mine
His touch brought back flashes of sweaty dreams while we made cocoa butter cream
The blending of my chocolate on top of his chocolate with no beginning and no end
His smell reminded me how I craved him like cooked food so hot and sweet melted in my mouth like black ice cream
He was king of melanin and wore a crown of shattered pieces of my heart….

Keshia rose 2016 (c) ❤️💛💚