This is for my home girl, who shared with me her excitement when she met him; her joy when she said she loved him; her angst when she suspected him; her pain when he left her…with a sad love song to sing. Her morning has come in like the greeting of the sun, and her night of weeping is now done, done, done.
The musical legend of the good passion serenade…
Like a recording
Keeps my mind playing memories of love we once made
Humming tunes and melodies of songs you made my goody sing
Sade in the background crooning my feelings for you, “Your love is King!”
I remember how you moaned and said “Damn girl your stuff is good!”
I remember screaming so loud, they still know your name in my hood
My lovespot holds the memory of your fingerprints baby
How you started with your fingertips driving me crazy
Then you let your tongue take over, and you drove a sista wild
But you strapped up for the finale…we weren’t trying to make a child….
How the second time you hit , I just couldn’t stop humming
How when you touched me there again, like guitar strings strumming
How you started slow and built up all the tension in my loins
Like the energizer bunny, you kept going, and going and going
Now it’s all just a memory, like a song I once heard played
And instead of the future you promised, I just simply got laid
And my phone you used to blow up is now on the hook like dead
And the love I thought you felt for me was only in my head
And the love poems you once wrote to me are past their faded glory
And the words you used to read to me were just another story
So lets put our cards on the table and just call a spade a spade
How your lies destroyed the legend of my good passion serenade…..