By: Wayne Brown
Sweet candied kisses from those painted, pouty lips
A soft, smooth, curvy body and some shapely hips
My lustful heart has no chance to up and run away
It’s trapped in your allure like a spider’s prey
You can twist a man around in your manicured fingers
Hearts tremble as the scent of your perfume lingers
You’re nothing but a case of trouble with a capital T
Be then again, I got nowhere that I just have to be
Those fluid eyes so dreamy; yes, the bedroom kind
Damn you girl, you can strike a man stone blind
From the tip of you toes to the top of the head
You’re a beauty to the degree of total drop dead
I feel the warmth of your breathe near to my ear
It’s easy getting started but it’s the stopping I fear
But you’re the type who’ll kick a man when he’s down
And make him come back beggin’ to go another round
You got all the bad effects of a good bag of dope
You could easily tie me up and wouldn’t need a rope
No doubt, you’re a fine specimen of the opposite gender
Say the word; I‘ll drop my guard, willingly to surrender
What was God thinking when he set this urge in man?
Did he think it funny or is there seriousness in his plan?
Whatever he was attempting, I see only as my duty
To purse your charms; to linger in your awesome beauty
When the morning comes, I’ll awake and you’ll be gone
Reality will return to my life and once again I will be alone
But the overnight hours that I am trapped within your lair
Will be worth all the burning when I finally feel Hell’s fire
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