Her words entice me and supply me with life...
My Brown Suga...
Soft spoken and sensual...
Sweet and sexy...
I allow her poetry to hex me and her voice to verbally sex me...
With her...God has blessed me and she encourages me to be the best me
While...
Using her words to mentally molest me...
And I like it...
Her words send chills down my spine...
And when we speak our minds intertwine...
My thoughts become hers and hers become mine...
The reality of this bliss between me and my Brown Suga is...
Metaphorical and rhetorical...
This love is brand new and yet...it is historical
I want her fingers to be the ones that turn this poets pages...
Her essence in me is necessary for my nouns and verbs to survive...
A thousand more ice ages...
She is my inspiration...the reason I keep droppin’ these ABC creations...
That leave lovers and intellectual minds in deep contemplation...
Contemplatin’ whether or not they want to write volumes as opposed to a few Pages...that make you take part in mental masturbation...
See...she uses her words to make me play with my mind so I can find my own Motivation...
And I be waitin’ for her to give it to me...I mean my motivation...
But most of the time she leaves me waitin’...and for her I’ll wait forever...
See...
My Brown Suga excites me like light-up shoes excite a child...like
When a 17 year old hits 18 and goes buckwild...
Whenever she speaks to me my heart skips 5 beats and I lose control...
I just wanna get on my knees and plead with my Brown Suga to abuse my Soul...
I want her to tie me up and torture me ...
With kisses...
‘Cause I believe she is the poetess that can fulfill my wishes of what I believe To be the perfect misses...
My Brown Suga...I think of her as often as little kids pick and flick...
They boogas...Mess with my Brown Suga and I’ll cut you up like...
Freddy Krooga...in poetic form of course
My Brown Suga...
Nice and polite...
Smile bright as a light...
A young lady in the day...but a freak at night...
One day she’ll be my wifey and I’ll do her right...
You ask if I’m in love with my Brown Suga...not quite...
But I can tell you that I’m hers and she’s mines...and
If loving her is illegal...Imma keep commitin’ this crime..
My Brown suga is mine and mine only...
Not just my shorty but my best-ess closest homie...
A perfect fit...not too thick not too bony...
She is the reason I am and I am the reason she is...
Never lonely...
She is my Brown Suga...
My 1 and only conclusively...
And I love my Brown Suga...
Exclusively...