She’s chocolate brown with grey sprinkled locks. Smokes a ton of weed like she’s hanging with Snoop. My cage smells like a Cheech and Chong movie. My 16 year catching that 2nd hand high. She’ll probably sleep better.
She likes to chat. Full court press plans about becoming a weed Queen specializing in baked goods. She got good ideas and even better smoke.
Nights getting late. We both yelled out yawns. We plop into the black knight for the ride to her roost. After we bid our farewells she slowly dances to the steps. I got the infamous ass shot. That plucked booty tucked into a size 5 jeans. That ass floating down the boulevard gliding through the hoop like a George Gervin finger roll. That ass looking like two cantaloupes ready to do a prison break out jeans.
Guess what, she can’t find her keys. So that ass starts posting up like it's doing an Instagram shoot. One cheek dancing on the other gave me the side eye. As she shuffles through her bag that ass gives me a full frontal pose. Then that ass does a little shimmy as the keys climb out the bag. Finally that ass booty claps into oblivion as it ascends graciously to the heavens. My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of our Lord.
