I am a fan of RnB.
The way it forces you to move,
Like Nina Simone telling me,
that yes
I am feeling good.

It’s us in a hotel,
grabbing your hips and making you dance with me,
they are quite the temptation
and there ain’t no mountain high or valley low,
that will keep me from you.

It’s you wearing that dress,
the one that made me cry when I saw you,
I saw my bride to be, with Alicia reminding me,
that I can’t help falling in love
with you.

RnB is me regretting
wishing I focused
more on communication and less on location.
With JT in the back,
crying myself a river
staring at mirrors
wanting my sexy back.

RnB is pizza and smoothies in my car
watching a storm at the beach.

It’s kissing while I make you breakfast
drowning out the loudest silence.

It’s Alabama Shakes in my ears,
while I study and only take breaks
to look and see you watching,
and me turning before
you could see my smile stretch beyond my ears.

In case you haven’t figured out,
When I say RnB I mean you.
The way you make me move,
those birds flying high,
they wish they could feel this good.

You are day dreams
of a day yet to be
when I won’t have to ask if I can have this dance.
Thanking every power on high
that I found you.