hitting every note possible, I'm drinched in his mystique
the melodies of his spirit press through his sexy, full lips
not being able to help myself, I begin to stand up, moving my thighs and hips
I call him, "Chocolate Blues," for his skintone reminds me of the sweet morsel
caught in the midst of his performance, I hear his heart and soul
wanting to just join on the stage, I tie down the lust to hear his struggle
from his child hood to the problems of being an adult, I want to hear more
the Chocolate Blues of this man is just enough...
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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