Worthy

Ain’t no nigga getting my juices flowing like a brand new notebook and a pen will.
Except the one that will rise from the words I lay down on the sheets.
Never met a nigga who felt it like I did, read my skin, danced to my moans,
Felt the music and what it does to your senses.
The way it wakes you up at night when you finally remember that haunting melody.
The same way I wake up drenched, soaked, when I’m missing some company.
I’ll cross path with a worthy one,
One day I surely will.
The One I won’t need to teach the steps to.
A shy one, with everyone but me,
Who will show me the extent of his madness late at night
And prove that without even a bed in sight,
One can still wreck my soul, 
Rupture my spine,
Enough for me to mark my territory and leave bite marks over what was mine for a while.

Who even needs a roof ?
All I need is to feel comfortable enough, to be unafraid of showing my sudden desires.
I need a nigga brave enough to handle and honor an empress' wishes.
Wherever the place,
Whatever the time,
When she slips out of her royal gown
And question if you are worthy enough
For her to kneel before you.