Not Like Crazy

We hung together yesterday longer than I expected. I played "Not Like Crazy" by Jill Scott for her, and we talked. I think I'm giving her mother a bad impression though, and that's never a good thing. She called over to my phone looking for her baby girl, and her voice was aggitated. Or at least I think so. I played my Major League Baseball 2K5, but I should have read Malcolm X. And like a dummy, I leave the book at home when I can read it at work. It is starting to really grab my attention.

She drives to slow. I understand why she was, but I'm damn impatient. Maybe I need to work on that. She's darn lucky her lips taste and feel like strawberry version of that peach candy, and when I hold her, it feels like I am grasping the future...

She is a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.