Slick Saturday

a gentleman by choice
i’m intentionally smooth
pushing this Billy D cutlass
grown man…old school
pavement chasing with patience
mello like Adele’s groove
little kids point and wave
like it’s a video shoot
i aint making movies
but I am making moves

feeling something like a star
but still a down to earth fella
taking time to myself
enjoying the simple pleasure
or reflecting and reclining
leaning left in my leather

the plot gets better
as I follow sun drops
to the southside of Atlanta
and this honey dip’s spot

i finesse a steady throttle
2 stepping on the gas
doing a 65 slide
can’t speed too fast

i arrived on point
she couldn’t help but laugh
she had butter bronze skin
and her hair pulled back
her caramel strut
accented the forecast
beautiful weather
beautiful woman
how beautiful is that

she greeted me with sugar lips
tasting like butterworth
she walked deliberate yet artistic
such a classy piece of work
hidden behind 2 pieces
half body
half naughty
covered by a piece of shirt
she gave sexiness the business
and put that halter top to work

her tattle-tale smile
let me know I gave her tingles
when I asked how well her pony tail
could mix and mingle
with the wind

that was my touché
she dropped her marmalade
oversized shades
and looked at me as if to say
…don’t play
that was no masquerade
it was a challenge
through your inhibitions out
leave them in the wind
she said “well then…
let the fun begin”
i drove off with no restraint

the
plot
thickens…