You can call me a freak
To that I must say
My quest which has begun today
Is for a king with dreads or braids
To grip my soul
Through his long probing embrace
His demeanor gentle, such a rough exterior
His strength omnificent, intellectuality superior
Big hands big heart
Intense exchange from me to my boo
Don’t understand what I mean?
That’s too bad for you
His warm body pressed to mine
Boiling passions erupt as we’re intertwined
Branded as his from behind
Fantasies of him almost explode my mind
Passing him on the street, eyes connect, did we meet
You pat the part I need you to beat
Oh big Daddy what a greeting
Sweet enough for me to eat
My King of deliverable passion
Ready to spring into action
Thickalicious yummy hot moist kisses
From my man to his missus