{Quoia}
Short
At night I strip half naked to feel free under the covers. Wishing to feel a touch from a lover, one so pleasant and tense.
Not in a sexual form but in a form where a baby feels protected in a mother's womb. In a form where the outside world doesn't matter. And the only thing I'm worried about is our souls connecting in a single touch.
Where we look into each other's eyes and find the love and pain we always needed in our life.
At night I strip half naked to practice the way I would lay in bed with my lover. Talking about the days of our childhood. Talking about how some female tried me at work today.
Not only did our touch connect us but the talk. The talk about how we think and connect with others. How we want our soul mate to be set up. Only to later to realize that we're sitting right in front of them.
Talking about how this society isn't fit for any black person. Just maybe a few. How we wanna escape from our problems. But finding ourselves crying to God for help.
At night I strip half naked for that one text from you.
"Are you up?"
