Hi Pretty Wāhine

I stood there

looking up at the stars carefully observing the sky from afar you looked at me in awe like this love was a bar not just any bar you can drink at but one that climbs in rhythm me drinks that a pat on the back as I search my sky for what I fell in love with I’m looking at the stars for a love as hot and wide as an ovens width I’d bake you in my sun and have you bask inna glow of a hundred and fourty four thousand souls before I’d tell you the stars above remind me of you I pick you as if you were forever in my fro nose goes and I pick yours with glee the boogie inside my soul comes from a nose cavity it’s a tragedy that I made you wait so long you know me I’m doing my thing girl lemme put this stove on and cook you something delicious so I can admire your beauty a love language of mine is me watching you feed that booty I love watching you eat the way you munch on my meat I’ve made in this plot of mine this pot is fine and I make sure to get my grills smoking I brush my rocks and bite down on gold to make sure it’s a real token I be token on my stogies you know me a smoke break between shifts it’s like I’m a cream between these lines I have mapped out inna sky to tell your story girl if you stay for a while I can tell you why the sky is blue he’s not sad but radical the deeper you get the darker hue goes and it’s going good I love our excursions when we would knock on wood and throw our mantras up into the sky. What is love skiing without Coke I’ll take a bottle and some pizza French fries I’ll bench my pride for one second and stop being mysterious for half of that I love you pretty wāhine from you I’d get a kanak attack and I can turn my hat back and sit inna the back of a hatch back and watch the eggs hatch black and play with our nick nacks but you’re somewhere that I see you in black as I stack my cats and Mack on the racks pacts between us could never be sold as cold as it gets this love will never grow old so let’s grow some mold and assume the form about what I write about eloquently they say a star is born under pressure cracks get filled with glue in Gods pleasure. Measure this, the last time you thought of me was it sweet? the way you licked your lips for me I was never really a romantic but you could say I’m a lover boy I’ll try this out, a romance to tell momma about. My mouth speaks in holy cadences and rhythm and my pen talks about you mostly, all those times we’d spend going coastly and edging for the next big sweat sorry if this cypher made you uncomfortable I’ve just never lost a bet on myself I pray you like this shit cuz I be analyzing my words, say a prayer for me this love will sting you almost like a nerd

with shitty Wi-Fi. Some ask themselves “why him and not me” it’s because I’m cool as shit and you get stung by bees they’d rather die than see you in comfort that’s a cold life to live I’ll put this bet onna forefront that I do love this women I love you pretty wāhine show me some love pretty wāhine is your toes in the sand playful like our sky every time it rains down she cries her feelings out and I give her the business steadfast, onipa’a this is pretty wāhine business mass.

Rain is down here, rain down on here, the rain goes up from here, the rain falls down I hear, the rain tempts with Melodie’s to my ears, I fear this rain might stop and I’d have to listen to the deafening silence of the city hoes, the lights make noises and the cars write bad proses but it is your rain that comforts me every night and every morning like how we bathe in the Melodie’s of the rain and wash away a skru facial attempt at disturbing the greatest union to ever unionize under a very Black night sky..

Brown like the awa clarity, I abide in her merrily as she takes gulps to become one mentally while I observe something beautiful like celestial bodies after I’ve cooked and eaten some delicious poultry I mean poetry I’d prefer the steaks high on the grill list, she’d kiss me with my grill lips, she ices out my soda it’s a pretty site dancing with her Taurus hips. Hey pretty wāhine did you know a dark mind makes for creativity to abid, if you’re constantly thinking are you really living alive?

I said “hey pretty wāhine” and you told me you loved me more than life itself I’d tell you to grab me a drink first maybe some milk but I only see real on my top shelf. That’s okay though cuz I’d eat cereal for dinner with you you know I love you dearly my spirit leans towards the stars twinkling in the night I’ll give you something to talk about lambs come from Mars right.

Her ipu shaped figure

had me oozing the word gorgeous from my tongue, so slick and oiled I’m down for you my lil miss hanni bun.

Hi pretty wāhine, I’m telling stories from all around, I’ll have direction and then split, won’t you tell me what this is all about.