Give me that old skool love, a groovy throw back
kind of love that is black and white like the first TVs.
A tapered leg acid washed jean trouser and a crop
top feeling sexy.
A striped miniskirt with leg warmers and go-go boots
to swirl on the dance floor.
Give me a classic kind of love, a ride or die commitment
that means so much more than being called, “boo” or “bae”.
A mature relationship where i am the only girl you chase.
Write me a love letter and create a mix tape for me.
Dedicate to me a song on the radio and fill my ears with
sweet loving endearments as we get lost in a deep embrace.
Give me the Love Jones, a jazzy soul under the moonlight.
Serenade me by singing my favorite song.
Put some money in the jukebox and spin with me like
quilts of silk.
We will set the dance floor on fire as our favorite old
skool jam plays.
Dim the lights and caress me in a slow dance as our souls
intertwine and bodies sway to the fading rhythm of the night.
Give me that sensual vintage love, the barbecue parties,
movie nights and a night cap.
The kind you don’t see in these times, the type of love
that’s a mystery and a craving to many.
The love that was groomed under the stars and bloomed
during the Harlem renaissance.
A deeper and more tangible connection than video chat
on the internet.
A strong bond that built relationships and kept families together.
So, give me that real old skool love.
The kind fabricated in romantic movies, visualized by poets,
painted by great artists and reproduced by sensational
soul musicians like Gerald Levert, Luther Vandross, Teddy
Pendergrass, Anita baker, Chaka Khan and Regina belle.
Make it sensual and sexy, deep and mind blowing, as tasty
as chocolate, and smooth like butter.
Create a carnival procession in my mind and feed me
with romantic vibes.
Let’s fill the streets with our own mushy public display
Let’s talk for hours on the telephone, cab and travel
until anywhere, fill my head with talks of forever as we
sail swiftly on our own old skool yacht.