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The ability of your presence to shock my system only led to me shuddering from the voltage of your touch.  Your electric style shook me for a while so excuse me if I smile...alot.  To me there is no surprise to our chemistry.  I just hope you stick around for the "lab."  My gift of gab has never been called "suga-coated" but let it be noted that smart brothers stick around longer than superficial ones.  And since your smile hit me like two suns you can best believe that I ain't going nowhere unless you want me to.  I suppose I've already mentioned that



'gal me like yor stile. wontcha cum tok wit me for a wile?  Let me sho ya dat although my smile is a little off centa once me enta yor mind no one can take da time I will ta make sure your luv spills all ova me.  Me gon do my pot an girl, me speekin' direklee to yor hart'



I walked into the place calm, cool, and collected.  Not suspectin' that there would be someone subjecting me to the power of 3.  Love, lust, and desire all hit me from different sides of the street and subsequently knocked me off of my feet.  Now with my composure shook you can tell by the steam coming up from my collar that I look a little warm.  That's called embarassment and it took this form in order to force me to humble myself.  Now from the steam I begin to melt and the looks you send me way; although subliminal, they say "Let's play."  I know I can't stay but I want to.  I fan myself as I drink some warm Soju to cool off the machine, but it seems that the suns I called your smile are beaming down on me like the beach on the bank of the Nile.  Are you Nefertiti reincarnated and brought back to haunt mankind or is it that I find you so intoxicating that this waiting for your date to disappear has me in fear of losing you?  Is he boring you?  Because if ignoring you was a class in school I would be labeled the class fool for failing.  Just the sight of you sends me sailing up to cloud 7.  I like to keep it a few notches below heaven because I'd rather share that with you unless of course that's where you are from?  My partner offers me a piece of gum and distracts your date with some dysfunctional conversation about the Lakers and Gary Payton so I approach from the rear and your beautiful body brings a tear to my eye.  Hi, I'm that guy from over there, do you think I could run my fingers through your hair and make love to you while we both stare into each other's eyes?  No disrespect to your date and since he ain't that great and I know y'all ain't dating I just wanted you to know that while I was waiting for you to speak I went through all of the days of the week imagining what each one would be like if you and I were wrapped up in each other...hmmmm