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Your lips are succulent like a wild berry,

Breasts firm, yet supple,

Your ass is bootylicious,

and the thrust in your thighs drives us out of our mind.



You make us ache, and churn with desire,

You swish in your walk and that sauciness in your talk,

Make us encounter you in our dreams,

Of visions that we could never share...

Not even with our best friends because we'd be too

    DAMN EMBARASSED.



You tease, you thrill,

It's all in you girl,

You get high, from the tantilization,

While  womens clits and  mens dicks are achin',

Then you just grin and keep on walkin',

Knowing...

   YOU just got the best of us...



That "last word", without even moving your lips.









You like bowling us over with a high pitched fever.



EVERYONE WANTS YOU,

      NEEDS YOU,

      HAS TO HAVE YOU...YOU DON'T JUST KNOW IT.

            YOU OWN IT!!!!!!



Yet, it kills us that you are modest.



"But I've got problems too, I'm not perfect."







You have computer knowledge, geekified like Gates,

And you could argue your way to a presidential pardon,

With your doctorate in philosophy...it's certain.



So what DO YOU want?

YOU ALWAYS HAVE US WANTING YOU...

And you'll always want us wanting.



What can I tell you as my partner, my beloved, my wife...

That you haven't heard before?

The gentleman who softly whispers as he opens your door,

"You are so beautiful."



Casting your eyes down, then slowly moving them up like

    Dorothy Dandridge, you smile and say, "I know."



So what can I tell you that you haven't heard?

Men who offer you castles that reach the sky,

Luxury condo's, and getaways at your disposal.



What can I tell you that you don't already know?

What do I give you that you could possibly need?

    That some man or woman hasn't offered before?



What?!!!?



You've got brains, and skills and then "skillz",

And money is just a stones throw away,

What is it about my primitive life?



WHAT!!!