Mr Right
Next time, he says, I’ll take my time and fuck you right.
I walked in the club and spot him instantly. Tall light brown brotha with eyes like brown sugar. He checks me out a lil bit as I saunter past him to the bar. I hear my song so I must get on the dance floor. I shake my ass as Rhianna calls to a rude boy and throw him a few looks over my shoulder. He takes the hint and meets me on the floor ready for it. We dance, we touch, we flirt. He grabs my hand and pulls me out the do...