What messages do you deliver? 
When you come words reek like a stagnate river 
Articulate your status, never mind the bliss, 
is it real the messages?
Or should I look deeper at the messenger carrying it 
See with the eyes of my spirit 
Stained lips misinterpreted, emotions are deceiving 
But truth is never hid it always speaks 
What are you delivering to me today?
Does it have substance? 
If I was a simple sista 
I wouldn’t mind male man you could come everyday 
I would greet you at the gate and the junk you just dropped 
I would say… mmm 
Because every word I ate would be good to me no matter the taste 
But I know of the sweet nectar stored 
A well so deep within you that is yet to be explored
A feast fit for Kings and Queens
Only if you would let it be
Male Man, a table for two is set for a love odyssey
I’m just waiting on you to deliver a genuine R.S.V.P.