Room Service

woman, may be, i'm grown

or have just known...

allot of you; 'bout your body.

whose fault it is in that ---

i sincerely don't know the meaning of... bawdy?

(or.. do i? alright, may be, i do

so what you gonna do?

are you gonna kiss me

or you gonna flip me?

whatever you do,

first, manage your mind, & adjust your heart

cos, after the night,

baby, you gonna miss me? or curse me?

or blame me? or claim me?

but mainly, .. 

... gonna need me so profanely

i'm the cure to your body, my Shawty

& now, i'm known... 

the worth of your... existence-cum-embroidered-embody)

you're the product of UAE --- 

united emirates ---

hailed to my heart from Saudi, Abu Dhabi

but wherever you're from

to me, every one's as same as previous night i spent at neighbor lobby

& after spending too many nights

with too many racial babies of whatever damn daddies

woman, i've really known allot..

'bout your hidden "packages",

now may be, i'm in urge to "open" the

#megynfile --- the assortments of yous, naughty Shawty. 

allow me to have me at your service

& taste the liqueur & devour your "toddy"

i know, your lips too craving for being sponged 

so here i am.. let me get your mouth 

some flavorama, & feed it all on your fruiting body, my Shawty.