She was of a honey hued mixture
Some say Indian, others say Caribbean elixirComing in toasty, heat rising quickly to roast meI sipped and licked from those lips, real thirstyClutching hips uncontrollably squeezing tightlyAs she dances in my head, up and down my linesRefined is her top shelf status, commerce 2b worshippedFeasting on her shine, as her reflective glow works itShe has me figured and just wants to feed me exclusiveReclusive, she is hard to find, often elusive economicallyI mean small change won’t capture her fermented frame, Eventhough I hear she’s been caught soliciting next to Night-trainOh! when we dance, never routine wine and dine in playMore versatile, we gets down any and all times of daySome say freaky, I move discreetly undressing and unwrappingPopping her cap and twisting it back on is how we performCold weather pleasure, we go out to dinner together, or long hikesShe is the nightcap I have dreamt of setting off many a torrid nights!