HEr Hips.
She calls herself Lilith
(She has an insatiable smile).
I'd like to try to get her to finish
With some style,
To please her, at least for a while.
But I've never been here before So I don't know how to act Faced with this open door.
The mandem react
With sly looks, daps and no tact.
I talk big, with
Puffed chest and crooning lies
To coat her ears with honey.
She turns, back looking like money,
Flashing come-to-bed eyes.
She leads I follow, but only when
One of my boys slips me protection And he says "last more than ten".
That's when I fear rejection.
Till I look in her direction.
Her hip's direction.
Her hip's directin'.
I see perfection.
-Tomi Oyemakinde