Thats My Man
He walk like a monument with dark brown sugar sprinkled on him
From the cradle of his knowledge to the footprints he leaves in the sand
He got that bittersweet innocent grin yet
That smile is more sexually syndicated than late night shadows of skin
Yet more sensual and rich than your average raunchy ****
He look like if a million dollars could make you holla
Just spending him would make you scream
He even look better in dreams like coconut coffee flavored chocolate ice cream
(cut) I wish he were a dime cause dollars are easy to steal
Forget about Benjamin his face should be on the hundred-dollar bill
He speaks with the delectation of the Nile River so serene
His he is not amateur he is the professional at providing my needs
I have no desires they have been fulfilled since the sun in his smile came into
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Copyright © Norey Bailey | Year Posted 2006
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