You Had Shit Good.

You had shit good. Had shit to where a woman loved your dirty draws and would then wash and fold them. You had a woman who you could kick it with at the stripclub; throw dollar bills on asses with and then willingly and gladly suck your dick all the way home. You had a woman who could chill with you and your boys and every one of them would know the pussy was yours, even though you didn’t ask for it. You had a woman who was your friend; a woman who had your back no matter what you would need even though she knew you would never ask. A woman who made you feel shit and experience shit you ain’t never felt before. A woman who you should’ve been proud to be fuckin’ with; who you should’ve felt good letting it be known she was your lover and your friend. A woman who inspired you and admired you. You had shit to where a woman was not tripping on other females as long as you were honest. A woman who was your freak, willing to do any and everything with you; a woman willing to do experience any and everything sexually with you. A woman who you could roll anywhere in sweats with and dress up and take anywhere all while smoking a joint, giving head, or just having deep convo on the way. You had a woman who you could take trips with; get massages every night by and then go shoot guns and have drinks with. A woman who sexed you well; enjoyed your dick like it was her personal chocolate factory and was good to your dick. You had it to where a woman was good to you; faithful for no purpose but for love, respect and complete satisfaction.

You had a woman who would share her last dollar with you; cook meals for you and yours. A woman who you could talk to about anything and could get you to talk about everything else. You had a woman who wanted to learn from you. You had a woman who you could look at and only see love look back. You had a woman who wanted to build with you; who wanted to grow with you. A woman who wanted to nurture and nourish you mentally, spiritually, physically and monetarily. A woman who wasn’t concerned about the title; she just wanted the respect. You had a woman who you felt good with. A woman who kept you going, helped you let go, gave you a release and lifted you up. You had a woman who loved you.