Why can’t things be as simple
As we plan
Fragile, porcelain love slipping out of nimble hands
Blood orange drinks start flowing
From eroding dreams

Differences with family, goals and values come into play
How many dates?
How many credit card swipes?
How many kisses and near misses?
Before sex goes from a gift to a given?

A missile ready to explode on a mission
So because your cousin said, that I was using you for your bread
When in truth I prefer your conversation instead
Because I won’t spread my legs…
I’m in the wrong

What happened to honor and gallantry?
Let’s take it back to the 1930s
How you expect the goods if we not married?
But let me keep it real

I ain’t no virgin
So I know how a man feels
But I need something bigger than what you got to offer
And something the size of a ruler won’t do

See if we gonna be together
I mean really together
I need all of you
The children, the ring and the prenup too
Cuz baby I know you got trust issues
Honey, I can relate

But it’s gonna take
More than a key to the city to open this golden gate
Because I been practicing abstinence for nearly 2 years
And I can wait

Love always, Esha