His eyes are brown, yet seductive you see.
Skin is as warm as hot cocoa on a cold winter's day.

Sweet as honey to me.

His embrace is as kind as baby's behind.
I can't deject his love if I wanted to.

4 some reason I can't get him off my mind.

His lenguaje (language) moves me like an ink pen.
He uses my heart as a sheet of paper, expressing his thoughts stroke by stroke.

His piel de moreno (Brown skin) is addictive like heroine; it must be a sin for me to want more of him.
This brotha is something serious; he's far from a joke.

Sometimes when I look into his eyes, all I see is clarity.
He uses his smile to conceal the pain but hey, I do the same.

His confidant is God because he says that He is the only one who keeps him sane.

And I applaud him for that because he's made a change in his existence.
Because he gave Jesus a shot to takeover his life w/ out resistance.

I can learn a lot from him.
Because he's so smart, yet classy.

He's not mean, evil, or trashy.
He's a man I respect; he's a man that I adore and that's no jive.

He's a man w/ love in his heart.
How do I know?

Because I can see it in his eyes...

copy written 6/27/2008  ..