Brotha Man

Brotha man Mmmmm ... brotha-man with the Wesley snipes skin, tall and fine. Where do you get off lookin like this? Those lashes over brown eyes, and low cut vibes has me beggin for mercy. Lord, hav I died? Did he really just touch me like that? Sending shivers down my spine...Damn, he helps me unwind. Can I call you, he replies. Hell, how I wanna pull his lips to mine, so sensual, so full. His hands big enough to hold me right, how I want it done. Damn girl, keep it together. But look at his smile! Does he know the thoughts that are lingering in my mind? He brushes my shoulder and I feel it one more time, except that tingle doesn't just stop at my spine. This man is sending me on a ride! Girl! have you seen his stride? Like a GQ warrior ready for battle. I'll go to war with you Mr.GQ, and those big hands of yours too. Man oh man, you got me callin you! Sayin your name to myself, like it’s a cure to my every want and need. Brotha-man with the Wesley snipes skin, my pool is open, are you ready to jump in? -A Tee