(It’s like that, sometimes.  Day 165…)

You like the way I’m spittin, huh? You like to arch your back while I’m hittin, huh?

She likes that shit
My hands
Controlling her voice
Until she enunciated my name in a loud whisper.

Her neck
Sacrificial tribute to my purpose
A world in her throat that wants to obey the God in my palm.
Vocal chords sing total praise in silence
Each breath a prayer for a tighter grip

She likes that shit
Servitude glistens down her legs
One mouth open
Another mouth hoping to be filled
Jealousy alternates off their selfish lips
And I squeeze obedience into her.