a love poem? not sure. you let me know.

You make me weak in the knees
when you walk on by.
Sexy, fierce man that
has all the positive power.
You know you have the
erotic and romantic power
to undo me--
With a simple speak in my ear.
Tingly away, I try to stay away.
For fear of you breaking me down
without a single backwards glance.
Yet, I’m hooked to your presence.
Want to feel you close to my warm skin.
Inside of my body moving my cells
bringing them anew.
I just love you too much.
I just love you because you are real.
and this and that.
You are so damn phat.
Pretty hot and tempting.
And smart and nice.
And really sweet.
Succulent like strawberry on my lips.
Wish you were like fat attached to my hips.
Sometimes I think of you while I’m twisting in my afro-cuban dance class.
My girls simply call me fast when it comes to you.
Cause even when you make me blue.
You still make me want to kiss the passion
out of you.
Yes, you turn me on in ways that
are hard to describe and resist at the
same time.
I just love some of you.
On blue and beautiful days.
irritating or not, baby
You are stuck with me.
And me, with you.

(c) 2005 by Mocha Sistah