Breakfast Puddin
A whale of a woman
with a mouse's appetite
She's the kinda girl,
shy when it comes to smiling.
Heard such things as
cute face, extra large
in the waist or
lose a few pounds
we can go a few rounds.
But I'm here to tell you,
I love the mammal in you.
No need to nibble on a count
of me, I'm not Ray Charles
your wrists look good to me
I'm old school honey,
grits should be thick
with fish on my hominy.
Ain't a Jill Scott out there,
that should be behind
a stage. Get up close
and personal, shine
on my face like sun
in winter days.
I've always been a man
who understood properties,
take pancakes for instance,
lay down flat, and pour
sweetness on top of me,
ain't a man alive
hasn't had his fill of
breakfast puddin.
Thick chicks been in before
Victoria had secrets
You're front page beautiful,
and belong on every page
after. We put to much into
size and not enough
in our skin. Love from within
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