Dime Lines: in the middle

Inspired by her words

Before her curves

Her nouns and verbs
Were never spoken but still heard

Dime lines personified, out of the blue she stepped
Tryin my best not to sweat her you know, quiet as kept

Fuck that

I'm diggin you
I know I don’t know you well

Well

Your perceived personality is sexy as hell

Your dislikes are mine
Character flaws I can deal with

The way we're compatible and think is the real gift

Real quick

What's your favorite color?
Mine: Earth tones

Orange to be specific
Burnt orange and then my birthstone

November

Yeah Sag, you know I'm glad we're speakin
When you go hang with your friends we should chill that weekend

Gun jumpin.

never mind this ish is just crazy
They say you find when you're not lookin

But this ish is crazy

Maybe I’m buggin...when it's too good to be true
Fuck that how I'm gon front like I don’t like you?

Gotta myspace page?

Wait.

What's your age?

Wait.

Favorite movie? Likes/Dislikes lemme gauge

Never mind we got all day

All week
It's a new year

Long distance relationship?
What? You’re coming here?

Her Nickname is cute, real name is sexy
I'm gettin punk'd on some bull, who's tryin to test me?

It's like….
everything I type...everything I write
Everything is right

… no way that I'm her type

Impossible

This type of compatibility is illogical

Off rip, of the top...nah this is comical

What am I?

Gonna type and meet a girl online
Talk all night next day a Dime Lines?

Well no...

That type of ish never happens
Besides I have no game, and don't do much for rappin

I don’t do much for nappin'
So I must be sleep

I still haven't met her...but damn that thought was deep.

ownlee-if

She likes what I write; she's in love with my brain
Thinkin' she has good taste, I'm like 'I feel the same'

Plus her eyes, her size, the woman is incredible
Full lips is sick makes me wish I was edible

Unforgettable conversations about arbitrary situations

Likes, Dislikes, pet peeves and irritations

I'm big on communication, when it's on? Nothing better
I want to get closer but I'm too cool to sweat her

Plus who want's that?

Everyday the same thing,

We talk
Laugh
Joke

We quote the same things

We like the same songs
She wears boy cuts and thongs

My friends call me picky but this one is strong!

Before long, I'm a meet her
...you can quote me

We'll eat up the street outside at chipotle

Talk about community food at work
...who's a jerk

How we'd fix the BET network

She'd read this and smirk

And think, 'yeah we would'

I'ma end it like this...I'd write more if I could :???:

lol

Dime Lines: Scrappy

Her smile fills the room, a wink my spine tingles
Thinkin to myself ' I cant imagine being single'

Her Imperfections?
Just makes her unique
Flaws in my eyes would take a lifetime to seek

She eats like a woman no frontin' on her plate
If my baby wants a steak, shidd she orders steak

And some cheesecake

Comfortable with each other
Petite, sweet in the streets...freak under the cover

That's my lover

That's my BFF

Still by my side when nobody's left
Still by my side till I breath my last breath
She's all I need like Mary J and Meth

She's Deft

In the kitchen
Nice with the Chess game
Distracting shootin poll, low cut, she lets her breasts hang

And then I scratch...maybe I met my match
We sit and watch Lost debating another Hatch

In the kitchen, Cookies? we bake another batch
Doing things together, hard not to be attached
Matter of fact
She comes over to cook
doesn't want to watch the game, she sits and reads a book
Damn that’s sexy.
Look at her all studious
Gets up for a drink I pinch her on the gluteus

We laugh and debate about who's the moodiest
Nicknames, she's scrappy and you can guess who Scooby is

But there's no mystery why I let myself sweat her
The fukd up thing is Why I've never met her :(

Dime Lines IV

Prince Insatiable, Sheets is linen, lights is dimmin
Is why I love women, candles Vanilla Cinnamon

Sip Long Island ice tea twist of lemon and
We play chess; listen to the man sing about sinnin

And the wind blows through, warm summer night
Channels can't get the number right

Cuz we got a bet, woman who won the fight?
She owe me 20 kisses, 12 licks, a batch of chocolate chip cookies
Plus her nookie, I swear she's my favorite bookie

It took me 15 minutes to get my word in scrabble
I'm a homebody, but damn she makes me wanna travel

I don't talk alot, but damn she makes me love to babble
My fruit salad, nice melons, good peach, her bottom's apple

I love her shadow, silhouette, I love her frame
Shes the type that knows shes bad as hell without being Vain

4 year degree summa cum lade She legit wit brain
Thick lips and that tongue? Shit she legit wit brain

She'll sit with me watch the game and be like "Kobe's Lame"
And debate Nas or Jay, this aint no Trophy dame

How she feels about me? Shidd I hope that she feels the same
What's more fuked up? I don't even know this woman's name.

Dime Lines XV: Sheets and Streets

Her Scent is Vera Wang, mixed with sweet sweat
Taste is stimulating

Nibble ear, kiss her neck

We sit chest to chest, her legs latch my waist
Thighs on top of mine, intertwined in our embrace

Her touch is dripped lace
Fignertips, grip. The pace

we move is indolent,
lost in the moment

Heart? mind? she owns it, I play in her hair

Massage her scalp lightly
Lavender fills the air

Still inside her, I feel her muscles contract
She laughs, gives me a wink, runs her fingers down my back

"Kegel exercises" my response I rock slow
saturating thrusts through inert tempo

Nipples erect brush my chest in gyration
Delicate fornication
intimate conversation

Explosion was simotaneous
Still attached she leans back

Spine arched, mouth agape
The room is all black

Except for candlelight; glows we're furrowed in the sheets
As our two bodies meet to the sounds of the streets

Dime Lines: Catwalk

She walks like every surface is a catwalk
Curses during sex, Minimal slang... Little raptalk

That's my dame,
Say her name
And the men gawk

That's my dame,
Say her name
And the men Hawk

In her frames she looks sexy, shades or prescription
Reads a lot of Zane and other non-Fiction

Part interior decorator, when we go shoppin
Z Gallerie and West Elm is not shockin'

She likes to go dancin. so she's out with her females
I don't like to go dancing so I wait and get the details

Man I'm so secure, cuz she knows if she cheats
I'm not fightin, no yellin' I cut ties, hit the streets

My baby goes from Prada to Nikes within Seconds
And sometimes keeps the Enzo's on when we're sexin'

She shows affection She'll even order the fight
When I don't ask or forget that it comes on that night

I'm a picky eater but the woman doesn't complain
Cuz she's picky too, we just don't eat the same things

Still don't know her name, couldn't be sure of the State
But I'll stay single cuz she's more than worth the wait

Dime Lines I

Skin like Keyna Moore, Lips is Taral Hicks
Breasts is Toccara on some Top Model Shit

Hips like Vida...Naah, Hips like Serena
Sex appeal like Eva, waist like Christina

Milian can fill a thong like Mya
And dont ask me why but Forehead like Tyra

Personality's Free, Alicia Keys Style
Eyes is Badu, Vivian Green Smile

Voice like Amel, Walk Sanaa Lathan
Hair Kamora Lee half black and half asian

Cut like Ki Toy,
Fine as Rachel Roy
Tan like layin in the sun in St Croix

Freak like Jackie O,
Freak like Trina
In public carry herself with Nia Long demeanor

With a little imagination, think about the lines
Now THAT'S how a broke brotha makes a dime