Tuesday, December 30, 2014

No Pain No Pleasure: Chapter 8


No Pain No Pleasure: Chapter 8

 
Andrele left the house in that moment eager in search of the right words to say. Although eager, he was not at all nervous about what he would say and how he would say it. All he could think of was embracing her. Movie moments flooding this mental, he could only hope that Mercy would feel the same. But rejection was the furthest thing from his mind. In his mind nothing she could say or do could be a disappointment. He was going to lay it all out on the line.  He had to come to some kind of solution for the pickle of a situation they were currently dealing with. No matter what it took or how long it took a solution was required.

Andrele hurried down the front steps of the house, down the driveway and into his car. He pulled out his phone in effort of calling Tanya. He then began to connect his phone to the Bluetooth system in the car. He attempts to call her several times to no avail, no answer. He figured that he would go by her home. She had to be there. She was probably there trying to sort out her thoughts just as he had been doing. So he took one look into his rearview mirror and began to back out of the driveway.

“I must see her to…..”

At that moment Andrele’s Camaro was struck by a speeding oncoming car rolling from his blindside.

A wave of uncontrollable force plagued Andrele’s body thrusting him into the passenger side seat. He could see his whole world being turn upside down. His reality fading into the distance. His consciousness fading into the distance.

The thud from the crash echoed through the neighborhood streets causing some neighbors to search for the cause of the commotion. Of those emerging neighbors, Andrele’s family also stepped from the house to see what was going on and were immediately stricken by hysteria. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Andrele had just been safely in their company.

Pam was completely outraged. She could only muster enough power to yell,

“SOMEONE CALL 911 PLEASE, PLEASE SOMEONE CALL 911!!!!”

Ken was the one to make the call.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“There has been a car accident at 3354 Harper Lane.” Ken continued the call.

“Ok sir, we have a unit en route, it should be there very soon, please stay on the line sir…...”

Before long the paramedics had arrived. They pulled Andrele from the car and carried him into the ambulance.

The ambulance sped from the scene to the hospital while Andrele’s family followed close behind. Still in totally disbelief, they couldn’t wait to hear that he was okay and was going to be fine. But as they drew closer to the hospital, they each would become wearier of whether that would be the news that they would be receiving. But nevertheless, they would eventually reach the hospital and would be seated in the emergency room to play the waiting game.

As this was going on, Andrele lay on a hospital bed in and out of consciousness while the doctors and nurses prep him for and run various tests on him. He could vaguely remember what he thought was the doctors and nurses asking him questions, most of which he could not answer.

“Sir we are going to run this test on you, we are going to need you to be very still.”

With that he went right back out.

Upon waking up again, he would be met with staring faces. It would be his family surrounding him anxious for a response from him.

“Oh my baby, how are you feeling?” his mother said as she raced to his bedside.

Andrele slowly sat upright and stared into his mother’s eyes.

“Who are you?” he said.

Confusion fell over Pam, then disappointment, then sadness. She would step out into the hallway to speak to a doctor.

“Dr…Meddleton,,,Hi…I’m the mother of the patient you have in room 7, Andrele Driek,…yes...” she said. “Is he ok…did you find anything wrong?”

“Well ma’am, from the description of the accident we needed to take every precaution we could to ensure that we could give you a 100% answer on his health.” the doctor said.

“Yes sir…I do understand…uh huh...” she said anxiously.

“With that said we were able to find that he will be fine ma’am.”

“He WILL be fine…what does that mean?”

“Ma’am he has no major ailments other than suffering from traumatic amnesia…but he will be fine…” he said. “This is very common in automobile accident cases.”

“Oh Jesus…” she said.

“Yes but he will be fine, it will take time and he will have to be here awhile but he will be fine.”

“Hey Mrs. Driek, I came down as soon as I heard, how is he doing?”

It was Tanya Mercy.

“The doctor here said that he has amnesia but no major injuries so he will be fine eventually.” Pam said. “Thank you for the update doctor.”

“No problem ma’am…if you have any other questions feel free to ask.”

“Thank you again Dr. Meddleton…” Pam said walking back toward the room.

Mercy followed Andrele’s mother toward the room but stopped her before entering the door.

“What exactly happened?” Mercy asked.

“I don’t know what exactly happened.” Pam said. “One moment he was in the house and the next moment he was in a car accident.”

“Oh my goodness.” Mercy said.

“But he was saying something about talking to you about some important business or something like that before he rushed out of the house.”

 “Important business…what import….”

At that moment it hit her. He was most likely rushing out of the house to talk to her about what happened earlier that morning and the night prior. Her heart began to sink as she noticed that she was possibly the cause of his accident.

They walked into the room to see that he was sitting up, in the same position that his mother had left him in. Mercy walked to his bedside slowly as Pam walked toward the family in order to explain what was going on with him. She was sure not to startle him. She took his hand.

“Hey Drele…”

“Drele?...who are you…what’s going on…why am I here?” he asked.

“Drele rest…you need to rest…” she said gripping his hand.

All Andrele could do was look into her gleaming eyes wondering who this lady standing in front of him was. But for Mercy on the other hand things were much different. Glaring at Andrele, moments of last night mixed with shades of their relationship before anything happened between them filled her mind. In her grasp was the hand of her boss. Also it was the hand of a man that she had just shared a night of passion with. But what she couldn’t understand was where the confusion was coming from. Before last night, she could say that she had the slightest of feeling for him. But here she stands now with this tingling feeling in her gut and water in her eyes. Was she feeling this way due to how close they are as professionals or how closely intimate they had been recently?

Andrele began mutter and ramble off words bewilderedly.

“Andrele you need to rest…Please rest Andrele.” she repeated.

 He would stop rambling but he still showed sign of confusion.

“Tanya I think that we are going to go now…as long as we are here we will only confuse him more.” his mother said. “If you’d like you can come to the house…We probably gon cook something sweetie.”

“You are right Mrs. Driek…I guess I will come over.” Mercy answered.

They would leave the hospital and head to Driek’s family’s house. Big Mama and Pam went into the kitchen to cook leaving Makita, Tanya and Ken in the living room.

“I know you haven’t been here much girl but make yourself at home..shit…everybody else does.” Kita said.

“Thank you Makita.” Mercy said. “I know it’s not a good time to talk about it but I just can’t believe that this has happened to him.”

“Yea it’s so crazy to me too.” Kita said. “First daddy…now Andrele.”

“Yea he was just telling me about that last nig…last night.” Mercy said.

“Uh huh girl…I don’t know what we gon do round here…this just been too much.” Kita said.

“How was Andrele acting before he left the house yesterday?”

“He was acting normal from what I saw…Being a douche bag as usual.” Kita said.

“Why do you say that?” Mercy asked.

“Cause he’s a douche bag.” Kita said laughing. “But seriously, he was just joking around when I told him that Ken and I were getting married.”

“Oh really…well congratulations girl.” Mercy replied.

“Thank you…Yea mama and Big Mama were telling me and Ken to do what makes us happy.”

Mercy could tell that Andrele was indirectly motivated to come talk to her by the conversation he had been a part of. Her allegation had been proven. But what would become of this. Currently he can’t even remember himself. She knew that it was impossible that he would ever remember what happened between them. Maybe it was better that way. Maybe he didn’t need to remember. It would only in fact make things difficult for them anyway. She was making the decision in her mind that she wouldn’t remind him of the occurrence. It was definitely for the best.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Abandonment

Abandonment
That's what she said she felt
Felt left
Left hanging
Left dangling
Hung
Dead
Dead inside from being separated from what she said thought was life
Her sunshine
The warmth upon her cold skin
Thoughts of "Then" flood her mental
Happiness
Glee
Followed by the disagreements
And disappointment
And sadness
And tears
And thoughts of "what if"
"What if I would've done this"
"What if I would've done that"
Reality smacks her in the face
"If I could've only treated him right"
"If I could've only held on to him tight"
"Realized that he was my one, my only, my King"
See the thing I am attempting to convey is that women too fail to see good things they have until they're gone
Gone
Gone with the wind
Ladies don't get so caught up in your fantasies and deal with your reality
Your reality could be all the fantasy that you're searching for

Addiction To Simplicity

I'm facing this revelation
A revelation that my generation has a fixation for simplification
Rather than being intrigued by complication we gain elation from replication of nonsense
Upon saying this I reminisce on days when thought was therapeutic
When we were turned on by deep titillation of words
A motivation by the encouragement of verbs
And the temptations from the sensation of adjectives
The object is that the application of a deeper meaning to tv, film, and music amuses the brain
Feeds the brain
But nowadays we force feed our brains with content that contains content that an infant could be content with
When will we shift our sights back to more educational more informational information
We gain these degrees only to decree our allegiance to ignorance
Our brilliance is watered down by our hindrance of significance
Thus creating influence on our daily life
I just hate to see imitation of desolation
Why would we feel it correct to duplicate foolishness
Staged drama and folly pseudo events
We must wake up to prevent the dissolving of our being
Wake up
See through things for what they really are
Wake up
Live in your reality
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up

Sunday, July 6, 2014

No Pain No Pleasure: Chapter 2

    Taken aback after his completely unexpected morning soiree, Andrele falls under curiosity of what the rest of his day had to bring. Originally believing that it would be a day of solitude, his day definitely doesn't seem to be following through with that idea.
    As he sat back on the couch he thought to himself, "Man that girl crazy..."
    He and Lea had a decorated past. They once dated when he initially moved into his loft. Within a brief infatuation period,  the couple fell victim of a steamy physical relationship. But with Andrele being a writer and was frequently away from her on business, complication set in on them. They both chose to opt out of the relationship before it turned for the worst. But although they were not together their physical fixation for each other would not let them completely be done with one another. Many days and nights of their sexual encounters went by, but as he was away more often the bigger her appetite grew and eventually urged her to move on.
    This caused no ill will between the two. Andrele was totally understanding of Lea's drift. He was even happy to know that she would have an opportunity to gain a real relationship and real bond with someone instead of their simple sex games. But she never entered a relationship and this morning encounter was the first time that they've come in contact with one either in months. It was surely an act that implied that there was certainly no lust lost.
    "I'm glad she aight though."
    With nothing scheduled as of yet Andrele decides to just start his day like normal and see where things would go from there. He gets up, takes a shower and cooks himself brunch. Lyrics of Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole, Wale and many more echo as he moves throughout the place.
    "Aight let me check these voicemails."
    Beeeep...Message One!
       Ahh yes, Mr. Driek, this is
       Jason Cross, a representative
       from Smooth 99.2...We just
       wanna thank you again for
       the appearance and would
       like to extend our...
    "Next..."
    Message Deleted! Message Two!
       Drele I ain't playin wit you...
       we really need to talk about
       tomorrow! We ain't on the
       road but we still need to gon
       'head and make this quick
       money. You need it and I
       know I need it. Call me back
       Drele! Later...
    "Mercy is hilarious..."
    Message Saved! Message Three!
       Hey dere Sugarfoot...Just
       calling tryna check up on
       you. Ain't heard from you in
       a while. I hope you get a
       chance to visit soon. Me and
       yo mama miss you so much.
       Pat misses you too but he so
       damn stubborn. I told him to
       call you but it go in one ear
       and right out the other. But
       anyway, just know that Big
       Mama loves you and we are
       so anxious to see you. Talk
       to you later. Bye Bye...
    Message Saved! Ended Of Messages!
    And just like that his day was set up. It had been a while since he had a chance to spend time with his family and with his schedule clear this was a perfect opportunity to do so.
    Living in Atlanta all of his life, moving away is something he just could not allow himself to do. This was not only because of his personal preference not to leave but also because of his family. Andrele grew up very close knit to his family and could not see himself completely leaving them. Being away from them promoting and selling his books was enough but to actually not be able to visit and care for them at all was a totally different ball game.
    When Andrele first began to make good revenue from his writings, he offered to move his family into a bigger and nicer house than the one they were currently living in but his Big Mama wasn't having it. Big Mama, his grandmother, thought it better to stay in the house because not only was the house paid for but because of all the memories that the house concealed. No matter how much pleading he did, there was no way she was moving from that house.
    One of the great things about them living in the house was that it wasn't far from his place. He jumped in his Camaro and was on his way.
    Riding through his neighborhood always brought back great memories. This trip was did nothing less.
    As he turned on his street he even runs across his childhood friends Krik and Paul. Andrele, Paul and Krik grew up through grade school together. They were like brothers to one another. They looked out for each other and although Krik and Paul never really left the neighborhood after graduating high school, they always supported Andrele through all of his success.
    "Brah what happened to you earlier?" Kirk said as Andrele pulled up on them.
    "Man Lea came over..." he replied.
    "Aww man, you still talk to her?" Paul asked. "I thought y'all had don split up..."
    "Yea cause I told you that she had don tried to get at me..." Krik said.
    "Nawl brah, we don't talk no mo and I asked her bout that and she told me me she ain't messin witcha!" Andrele said.
    "Yea...well...I ain't even like her like that no way...she ain't bout nothin...her frappin ass..." Krik said.
    "Brah you good...dont sweat it brody...you'll find someone someday." Andrele said.
    "Man whatever...what you doin round here anyway?" Krik asked. "You know you don't be in the hood no mo."
    "Yea I know...I'm fallin through tryna visit the fam before I get busy again." Andrele said.
    "I went over there the other day...I think last Sunday...Big Mama invited us to dinner...you know I threw down..." Paul said.
    "Oh aight...well let me get through there and I'ma catch back up wit y'all before I head back to the criNib..." Andrele said.
    "Aight brah...hit us up foo..." Paul said.
    Andrele then leaves them and continues down the street.
    As he pulls up to the house he sees his niece and nephew playing basketball in the yard and it immediately brings a smile to his face. He blows the horn as he enters the driveway.
    "Aye y'all be'not hit my car wit that ball!" he says jokingly.
    "Yea whatever Unc..." his nephew Ryan answers. "You need to come and get yo pockets ran..."
    "Aye if I had some shorts I'd school you right now youngin'" he replies.
    "Man you running from this ass whippin'." Ryan said.
    "Aight...we gon see next time I'm here and I'm tell yo mama you cussin'." Andrele said walking away.
    "No man...I'm already in trouble...brah c'mon." Ryan said grabbing his uncle's arm.
    "I'm just playin...And how are you Ms. Alise?"
    "I'm fine but yo sister won't let me go out wit my friends." Alise said.
    "Are there gonna be boys there?" he asked.
    "Maybe..."
    "Well I wouldn't let yo ass go either!" he said laughing.
    "OMG...Can you please talk to her Unc?" she asked.
    "I'll see what I can do!"
    "Yay...thank you so much!" she said attacking him with a hug.
    "Where erybody at?" he asked.
    "They probably all in the living room...Big Mama talkin to Mama...you know Pat and Ken got into it the other day." Alise said.
    "Thanks...let me go see what they got goin..."
    Andrele walks through the house and as he usually does yells, "Where y'all at?...I'm home..."
    "Hey there, my grandson coming to visit his dear old Big Mama...how you doin baby?" Big Mama said.
    "I'm aight Big Mama...how you doin?"
    "I'm doing jus fine now that you here sugar...I'm glad you could visit...I got yo message from when you were in New York...You don made it big ain't 'cha boy?" she said.
    "I'm doin aight right now...I still got a ways to go but I'ma get there." he said.
    "Well you are a star to me baby..." she said as she hugged him and kiss him on the cheek.
    "Yea I know Big Mama...thats my lil star." A voice said from behind him. It was his mother and the rest of the family, his sister Kita and his father Pat.
    "Hey Mama, hey Kita...Pat..." Andrele said.
    The relationship between Andrele and his father had been tense since Pat walked out on them when Andrele was younger. Although he returned back to the family and tried to make amends, the situation never sat right with Andrele.
    Noticing the awkwardness Big Mama interrupts.
    "Come on in here and get you something to eat...we need to catch up anyway bout how things been...c'mon here."
    The rest of the afternoon went swiftly as the family, with the exception of Andrele and Pat, enjoyed time with one another. Chicken, black eyed peas, macaroni and cheese, string beans, collard greens and cornbread cover the table as they eat. Pat starts to cough hard.
    "Honey are you alright?" Andrele's mother Pam asks.
    "Yea I think something went down wrong." Pat answers
    "Have you taken yo medicine today...if not than you really need to..." she said.
    "I gotta get them from the bedroom...I'll be right back..." he said.
    "Or not..." Andrele mutters under his breath.
    There is a brief silence and then Pat starts for the door.
    "Congrats on your success son..." he said.
    "Oh so now I'm yo son?" Andrele said back
    "You've always been my son...but you haven't always accepted it." Pat said.
    "You haven't always accepted me either or us either..." Andrele replies.
    "Son..."
    "Just stop Pat...Just forget it..." Andrele said.
    Pat pauses, begins to talk but not to and continues out of the dining room.
    "What is wrong wit you Drele?" Pam asks.
    "Mama please don't start this..." he replies.
    "Boy you gon listen to me...Now that man may have made his mistakes but he has worked his ass off to not only support this family but to better his relationship wit us...especially you...he can't do that if you continue to blow him off...whether you like it or not that is still your father and you need to show him some respect." Pam stated.
    "Ok mama..." Andrele said.
    "Girl you know that is going through one ear and out the other...the boy is just hurt...he will..." Big Mama was saying before she was interrupted by faint coughing and a thud.
    "Pat...honey...are you ok?" Pam said rushing out of the dining room.
    Following were shrieks and screaming.
    "PATRICK...GOD NO NO NO...PATRICK..."

No Pain No Pleasure: Chapter 1

    As the morning sun rose and filled the Atlanta loft, not only did it illuminate the room but it sheds light on all the acquired dreams and accomplishments of a westside Atlanta raised poet/writer. It underlined the struggle from the bottom of bottoms to the top of the booksellers charts.
    This rags to tags story belongs to none other than Andrele Driek. Andrele, who goes by the alias "Mel Thoughts", is the writer of the top selling series, "Sensual Subject." His latest installment "Sensual Subject: Ecstacy" was recently released and in just its second week is selling better than any of his previous work. With his series selling so well, on comes his popularity boost. Andrele has made many appearances on various tv talk shows and radio shows promoting his series and his new book. With this being so, Andrele hasn't been able to completely rest in weeks. So this rare occasion of him being home in his own bed was definitely refreshing.
    But this would be short lived as his phone begins to ring and his morning calls begin.
    "I guess this means YOU are allowing me another day...Thank YOU!!" He says as he reaches for his cell phone.
    "Hello...Talk to me..."
    "I know you're not still sleep...you need to get yo ass up!" the caller said.
    "Really? Why must you call me and harass me on my day off?" He replied. "Isn't it enough that you have to deal with me any other day...but now you have to call me on my day of freedom?"
    "Boy ain't nobody worried bout you...I'm worried bout this money to be made tomorrow..." the caller said.
    "Can we talk bout this later Mercy?"
    The caller on the other end of the phone is Tanya Mercy, Andrele's assistant and publicist.
    "Yea we can but we need to talk bout this ASAP..." Tanya said.
    "Thank you...Now get off my phone and let me rest." He said. "Don't you have anything to do with yo life?"
    "Shouldn't I be telling you that...I'm the one working for you." She said.
    "And that is what you are getting paid to do isn't it...So stop complaining!" He said jokingly.
    "I'm hanging up the phone now...Goodbye!!" She said.
    "I'ma call U la..." He begins before she ends the call.
    Today is a day of rest and relaxation for Andrele but being from the city of Atlanta that hardly ever sleeps actually having some down time would be hard to do. It would definitely prove to be hard for him as he suddenly picked up his phone and begins to call his friends from his old neighborhood.
    "Yea brah...what y'all gettin into tonight...oh y'all hittin the club...which one y'all goin to..."
    At that moment his door bell rang, which was odd because he had been on the road and no one, to his knowledge, knew he was home.
    "Yo hold up...somebody at my door..." he said as he walked down to his first floor.
    As he got to the door he asked for who was there and there was no answer, jus another knock. He opens the door and to his surprise standing there was a 5'5" brown skin goddess of a woman.
    "Drele, I've been tryna get back in touch wit you for the longest...what happened?" she asked.
    "Oh well...I been on the road...you know...uh promoting." he answered.
    "Well you here now and we have a lot of catching up to do..." she said.
    Then in that instant she took off her coat revealing her black lace lingerie, and as her coat hit the floor she politely invited herself in.
    Astonished in his own right he simply picks up the coat and hangs up the phone.
    "Lea...what are you...how did you know I was here?"
    "You act like I dont live right down the way..." she answered. "I heard your tv on and and just couldn't help myself."
    "What is this really about Lea?" he asked.
    "Shh...you doin too much talking...come here." she said as she pulled him onto the couch.
    She began to kiss him deeply as she made her way on top of him. His lips, then his neck, then his chest as she worked her way further. This in turn got what she wanted out of him. As he ran his fingers through her hair he begins to open up to her. He then stops her and flips her over to her back, taking off her lingerie and penetrating her body.
    In then out, out then in as he strokes her. She grips him tight as he works her body, moaning profusely into his ear.
    "Get It...Get It...Get It...ITS YOURS!!"
    An hour of their bodies twisting and turning and it had ended.
    "Damn girl...shit..." he said.
    "Thanks for the compliment I guess..." she said laughing. "Well I have to go..."
    "Wait...you dont wanna at least stay for breakfast?" he asked.
    "Maybe some other time...see you around..." she said.
    And with that she grabbed her coat and was out the door.
    "This day can't get any crazier than that." he thought to himself.
    But what he didn't know was that he was in for a much crazier day than that. This was ONLY the beginning!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Turn Up The Music

Let's have a night of rhythmic romance
Lyrical lust boosts our love as we indulge in the intimacy of passion
In a fashion that just speaks volumes without speaks words at all
How come I always "Fall For Your Type"
It's like I'm prone to your sexy tone
Memorized by your dreamy eyes
Turned on by your soft moan
Like music to my ears
And I jus wanna turn that shit up
This room is entombed as we lose "US" and put trust into each other's care
I guess you can say it's a "Meeting In My Bedroom"
I plan to get in your head soon
Soon I'ma explore your "Fantasy"
Digging into the deepest depths of your mind
Tryna find that spot
Mind fuckin you
"Freak N You"
Entertaining me like music
And I wanna turn that shit up
I'm just tryna follow your groove
The smooth groove that sprawls from your lips to your thighs
As I go "Under" bobbing to your sweet vibes
I don't wanna brag but I'll be the "Best You Ever Had"
As I sift and slash
Gettin every drip drop off that "Diced Pineapple"
"Sweet Lady" I'ma make your "Legs Shake" as I "Dive In" to them sound waves
Lyrically flowing like music
And I jus wanna turn that shit up
I wanna "Overdose" on yo "Tender Love"
Melt my "Ice" in the "Fire We Make"
"Love You Gently" to some Usher
And "Slow It Down" to some Drake
We on our "Worst Behavior" as we speed the groove
Quite frankly falling deeper in that ocean
Deeper into your "Pink Matter" with every single move
You taking "All Of Me" as you give me all of you in return
Unconcerned and lost in time as our bodies grind to this music
Our bodies wind to the rhythm as you wine to this beat
This loving like a dream with yo "Falsetto" on repeat
Speaking to me like music
And I just wanna turn that shit up
This music "All The Way Turnt Up" now
Treble up and the bass bumping hard
Volume up loud with no regard
"Sex Ain't Never Felt Better"
Rocking to a lil TGT
"My Body" all over your body to a lil LSG
Are you enjoying me like I'm enjoying you
"Scratching Me Up" while Joe explaining "All The Things" I'll do to you
I handle you like "Fine China"
Treat your "NaNa" with care
We having "Sex On The Ceiling"
Because our bed is in the air
Got me floating to the music
And I just wanna turn that shit up
Ain't nobody gettin this type of attention
This is "Exclusive" for you
I wanna pleasure your p cause it's a "Prime Time" to
Take this for granted that would be a fine crime to
Disrupt good music that would be something I would ask why to
Cause I'm enjoying this music girl
Every *boop* and every *skict*
But something ain't right
Something doesn't fit
I open my eyes and seems to be
That vivid night is actually a distant memory
This music got me zoning
I'm zoning no doubt
Got me in a zone and I don't wanna get out
It consumes me like music
And I just wanna turn that shit up

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

I Love You!

What if I said I love her
How would she take it?
*shrugs*
Would she think about it first
Probably mistake it for "thirst"
Or probably take it in the worst possible way
But see what I'm simply tryna say is that I love the auroa that is her
The view of her
In wow of her
Lost in her rhythmic sway
Lost in her soft serene hey
Her smile like a ray of sunshine
Jus let me gaze in her beautiful gaze
A hazy daze baby
And it's not jus the physical
Her mind intrigues me
Her creative juices flowing as I'm going deeper and deeper
Swimming deeper and deeper
Drowning deeper and deeper
But I'm loving every minute of it
Every day spent of it
I grow more and more inclined 2 align my future with that of hers
I can jus see it now
Her first name mixed wit my last
First wife and last
First child and last
Forever even after we've passed
But all I'm sayin by this is "I love you!"