I Could Hit You Up And Say I Miss You

I could hit you up and say I miss you,

that I long for you, so damn much

that I look for your smell on my cold sheets at night.

I could tell you so many things, for example,

that while at work, I’m mentally listing all the things I wanna do to you.

Chase you down the hallway,

Bite your nalgas,

Snap nudes of you, whisper those old Cuban songs in your ear.

Things like I dream about you,

that my mind kicks back and zones in on you,

that the touch of your skin is addictive, your eyes fire.

I could spill it all,

everything you wanna hear.

Diablo,

I could spin lies for ages.