Because I Washed My Locs Today . . .
Today was my day to Pamper myself.
I washed my locs,
Did my toes,
Beat my arms with a hairbrush,
(Yeah, hush) to pretend I was getting a massage.
And earlier in the day, while my boy was away at Sunday school,
I did yoga.
If you look at me, you can see I've been tired,
Nothin' a lil lovin' couldn't take care of.
Not that physical kind of lovin', but the cuddle me, hug me, serve me breakfast In bed kinda lovin'.
The kinda lovin' , damn! . . . .
Just thought I'd share
As I'm siitin' here in the dark of the living room, quiet surrounding me;
Surrounding me like the strong arms of a lover I once knew.
Once loved true.
He'd lend me his Toyota while he went out soldiering at Ft. Bragg.
Yeah, I loved me a soldier!
Knew I was bad!
Sashaying across the dance floor, as I drew his eye.
Intent on making him my guy.
Kissed his lips
That first nigt.
Moved into life
Never needing more than him,
Him standing behind me as I washed dishes at the sink,
His words moving through me,
Making me wilt and shrink closer to his love thang ~~~~ Dang!
Lovin' him was better than Heaven!
Today was my day to Pamper myself ~~~~
No lover rubbed my scalp,
painted my toes,
Nor kissed the tip of my nose.
No lover soothed my tired away.
Yeah a lil Lovin',
Not the physical kind, but that cuddle me, hug me, serve me breakfast in bed Kinda lovin;
A lil lovin' like that would of been . . .
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