There are thickness and there are men who appreciate the thickness
If you didn't appreciate the thickness
Why did you join in the dance swayed by the thickness
Why did you groan with my moans
Why did you taste the juice from the thickness
Why did you lick and smack them lips of yours every damn time you had the thickness
Not once but over and over again
Why did you swear to yo mama and everyone else
That this thickness got you in a tizzy
Why did you come whenever the thickness beckoned
Whenever it said, it needs some shaking like the fruits of a stocky mango tree
Ripe for some rumbling to get its sweet nectar to come running down its trunk
You would run no matter how late and come climb those thick trunks
Ruffle through the leaves
And mount them branches
Just to suck on that sweet nectar
That flows, pours and gushes from
The Thickness
The thickness was really what it was always about
Why else would you take the insults and curses and abuses
Why else would you hide and pretend
Just so you wouldn't loose your place in the thickness line
The smirk on your face as you mounted that thickness
Climbed on top this rumbling mountain
It said, "Yea, my sweet thickness. Don't it feel good."
There are thickness and there are men who appreciate the thickness
You responded to the thickness every damn time
Was made a slave to the thickness
The thickness ate yo' damn mind
And the thickness protected you with its warmth and soft ridges
Till there was nothing else, no one else
Till you didn't even see the thickness
All you saw was what the thickness meant to you
And your insatiable want and need and command of the thickness
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