Skin so smooth like hot chocolate
God took time out of his busy schedule to make this tall cup I’m sure. His voice flows over you like satin sheets on bare flesh.
Every syllable warms your soul, It’s strong black coffee two sugars no cream on a cold winter morn.
When he enters a room he commands the attention of the President himself.
Every woman’s fantasy, Every man’s envy.
Back straight, broad chest, wide shoulders
What pleasure it is to watch all 6 feet 2 inches of pure masculinity leave. Immeasurable intellect and style
He strokes you mind, drinking up your every word,
Like the earth absorbing rain after a ten year drought. T
offee brown eyes, seeing through any façade,
He knows exactly who you are.
Mama always said to have your chocolate while it’s hot.