It's Fall with Winter vibes/Do Christmas Wishes Come True...

It's like I have so much to tell you, but at the same time I'm tryna find the words I want to share with you. It's like days when I go quiet, you want to talk and then their days when you go quiet, I want to talk. In the midst of us being quiet, are one of us listening? "How you wanna make demands when you don't even have no goals?" Yeah, Summer told. 

These Coco Thoughts always have me thinking it's something hot between us, and the truth is it's colder than Lake Erie in 18 degrees. Whether you decide you want to jump these bones, it's up to you. For goodness' sake, who am I talking to ... I just met you, I told you to be careful with those bee words like calling me boo. Baby, you never, never met a woman who takes care of you as if I'm America bringing home my troops. 

These Coco Thoughts got me ready too Spring on you. (See what I did there.) Sliding down the wall with my back against because why do I have to keep convincing you I'm yours? 

Meanwhile, knowing me is still out of reach— so how does convincing even begin? 

Make some room. I’ll let my emotions lead the way, so the movement becomes visible.

See, this Coco is special. I like it just the way it is, and if you want to get all extras, that's fine with me too. Okay, maybe some extra marshmallows, whipped cream, and how about a cinnamon stick or two? Perfect. 

I want a love story where I meet another African American Queer woman, whom I prefer Mascs at a Library on a random day in NYC. I go to the study room for a quiet spot to read or write. She spots me before I spot her. When she looks down at her book, I happen to look up at her. I play it off as if I'm looking away because I want us to lock eyes, only thing is we both shy, however, someone's going to make the first move. I just don't want it to be me. So come over and ask me what I'm reading, and I'll tell you it's our save the date.