He is the epitimy of a climax on a hot
smmer day in a non air conditioned
hotlel room with your hair sweated out,
back arched and clothe drenched
from all the sexual pleasure.

He is the goosebumps, the chills, and
the deep exhale that follows that
DAMN sexy, that Got Damn, sexy,
that, what was your parents doin when
they made you?, there ain't no way your
brother can look like you, cuz it can't
be true, to be two, sexy.

He is the touch yourself when no one
is looking, holding your pillow tight at night
wishing it was him, listening to Marvin Gay
Sexual Healing, not even tryna gey outta bed
and go to work cuz thinkin of him makes
your legs week and you don't wanna have to
keep makin repeated trips do da bathroom
when your supposed to be doing your job.

He is that "girls I can't sit still right now
cause just thinkin about him is driving me wild,
I'm about to call him right nowm I'm so sprung for his touch,
I just can't get enough, I wanna cancel all my plans just so we can
_________(giggle) all day.

He is the only one who just needs to speak one word,
give one touch, or give one look that will cause you to
climax and go to sleep all at once. And don't get it twisted
my young man is not a dog, he is sincere in his feelings,
sincere in everytime he pushes your back against the wall,
places his lips on your neck and firmly takes your hips into his hands
and pushes leg in between yours and lifts you on top of him,
only to lay you down as you allow him ti take control and run his
fingers down your back, pull your hair, and asks you how you want it.