Midnight 'Till Three
by Khari D. Hawke
That's what you said to me the other day
There's no trace of a twist in your walk
And you don't lisp when you talk
You don't "oooh girrl and honey-chile"
But when you hit that liquor things get a lil' wild
Then you start to look at me that way
And say the freaky things you say
Why is it that you knock at my door around midnight too see me
And you don't leave til' three
You never tell anyone that you're coming here
You just, show up with a fifth of Hennessey and a six-pack of beer
When you're around your friends you act like the last thug standing
But around me...you're sensitive, caring and understanding
You told me that you've never been able to express yourself like this
And you avoid discussing the night when we shared a kiss
You like the fact that I'm confident and masculine
That's what you said as you slowly stroked the contour of my chin
It's hard for you to understand what it is about me that make’s you get aroused
But as time went on you didn't mind letting my hands explore where at first they weren't allowed
Around midnight you came by because yo woman couldn't give you what you want
You came by
Because you had a vision of being with me playin' Xbox and gettin' blew back while smokin' on'a blunt
You and me
midnight til' three
You said that you like coming over here because everything's always clean and neat
But I think it's also because there's always something to eat
And for that lil' thang I do with feet
Every time we're together its all good
And you remain secure in your manhood
Sometimes it's hard for you to pull up yo nut sack, put on' yo throwback and hit da'road jack
Your mind is opening up to a life that you once didn't accept and it's hard for you to believe
I wish that these were different circumstances, that way you wouldn't have to leave
But, this is the time that you chose
And I have to say that "sometimes it really blows"
Midnight til' three
I guess that's the way it has to be
We try not to waste a single minute
I know what you want and you're welcome to get it
Last night I was sitting on the couch and you laid your head on my lap
I asked what's on your mind and you replied, "I wanna make it clap"
This was the night I had been waiting for
You told me you'd go easy and this you swore
So I directed you to the Magnums under my socks in the second to last drawer
From the way you were throbbing I could tell that we had the same feeling
But, I didn't expect for you to flip on' yo back first with ankles to the ceiling
You found it necessary to say, "I still ain't gay"
And that's okay
Because you were still a hell’uva good lay
Listen
For all of you out there who are living an illusion
I want to share some news to end all confusion
There's no such thing as a "versatile top"
You're what's called....a flip-flop
An exclusive pair we could never be
But we'll always have Saturday's
At midnight
Til' three
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