I shoulda just f*@ked you

see,
we was vibing
kicking that cool breeze shit
feeling that ooh wee shit
high off an ethereal feeling of
all that jazz we scatted
making beautiful music shit
your voice...the trigger to my smile
and the flips that got my center riled
all good but too good
hadn't happened in a while
coulda sat me on a cloud
propelled by a wisp of breath
the way I
spent hours
or was it minutes
envisioning me on your chest
taking you in
your vapor
invading my sense
sinking into the comfort
of being sent
shit...damn me
I had these ideas
that morphed from
the feeling of being cool
to feeling like love's fool
a burning yen to get swept up
off the hunger we kept up
greedy for time
more time
text dimes
shit...we chimed
but I shoulda just f*@ed you
but no...
I had to go and like yo ass
see past the differences we had
see...
I got high off the shit we shared
and how when no one else cared
we gave a damn
everyday ways faded like close shaves
us flowing like 360 waves
mellowed from some old school shit
stepped up for today
us in the present
making connections
with sighed inflections
betting...
that we could if we wanted
be what we wanted
but, shit...
I shoulda just f*@ed you
cuz at least
if I'd just said in my head
girl...he not ready
he'll never hold steady
you're seeing what you like
daydreaming at night
thinking...damn, he aight
so why am I thinking of him
like he got the right?
we bonding, but its not unique...
or is it?
DAMN ME...
and these fleeting flights of fancy
bout a boy
romancing a woman like me
getting past his own shit
to be what a man should be
see...
I shoulda just f*@ed you...
that way,
I could get that temp fix of flesh
with the momentary belief that we mesh
long enough to breathe you in
with a little sin
we'd get it in
hard and fast
too fast for lust to leave
and love to last
and I could boot that ass ...
and send you home
so, you wouldn't be living in my heart
yea... I shoulda just f*@ed you