The Spoken Word Poet Pt2

Continued form pt1 This is my only way I can communicate my wishes./ Of us exchanging passionate slow kisses./ So if I approach you, you will hold the power./ To give me a chance, possibly dance, and conversate into morning hours./ I'm sure you have a lot of "boys' following you around town./ But I'm a "man" and this is how I get down./ I don't and won't approach you with no false promises nor lies./ I'm trying to make you high after I eat your apple pie./ I'm far from selfish in bed./ I'll even wake you up to morning head../ I can promise to leave you 110% satisfied./ Fill up your cup and make you tingle inside./ I'm trying, dying to make this happen./ And you can guarantee that with me,/ I will treat your body like platinum!/ After this love is through./ The "pleasure" will still remain and the residue./ So I hope I've set the mood,/ and you smile, allow me to pursue you./ I'm aware and quite frankly I don't care./ If other men hear me beg./ I'll be the one blessed to fall asleep with my face buried between your legs!/ (The mic falls to the stage with a "clunk", and I step from the stage to approach the woman at the table in the center of the club)