You n' yo boyfriend, Dd, posted up in the crib, just chillin like villains on a lazy Sunday afternoon. He's loungin on the floor, his head nestled between yo Thighs while you playin beautician, tryna tame his hair.

As you combing through those curly strands of hair, tryna work yo magic, yo mind wanders to the sweet sound of his voice, the way he laugh makes yo heart skip a beat. But then, disaster strikes you tug on a knot a lil too hard, & he let's out this low groan that sends shivers down yo spine.

"Ma," he says, his tone a mix of annoyance & amusement, "I swear if you pull on my hair one moe time we finna fight."

Now, you gotta understand, he ain't serious. Dude's just playin wit you, messin round lime he always does.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋