Love Rain by Jill Scott

Met him on a thursday,sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown,deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission Listen to my past lives (Word?)
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia Reparations,
blue colors,memories of shell topped adidas
He was fresh,like summer peaches S
weet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm,no jacket,no umbrella,just warm
At night we would watch the stars And he would pyhsically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper,red,hot,spicy
I felt dizzy and so near the heavens and miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious
He me had,had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love