Who's that Girl?
Skin dipped in chocolate, hair jet black and relaxed, lips kissed by the sun and eyes chinky, looking for that perfect match. Hips fit to bear a black prince or that pretty princess, breast made for beauty and to nuture Gods best. Arms made to hold that strong black man when he's feeling down, legs like leaning towers, standing strong on your own when no one else's around. Who's that girl with all that s*xappeal? A strong Black woman thats who she is!
I don’t know you
But know you
Familiar with you
But haven’t met you
Im drawn to something
That’s not yelling
Your making racket with no noise
Something keeps tellin me
Get closer
Find out what it is
Why am I so attracted
Hell what really gives
How Im I drawn to the unknown
Mesmerized, by a shadow
Imagining your skin tone
What, How , why
When, where, who
You got me twisted
With only a slight clue
I know your magnetic
Cause I’m drawn to persist
I know you’re a hidden treasure
Hell I’ve looked and looked but missed
Only grasping hints and trails
Some pointed in the right directions
And some that derail
My train of thought,
Its like you’ve bought
My interestd
And I don’t know the owner
You stuck lust into my body
And I don’t know the donor
Leaving me with subtle teases
And a slight feel
Never given me a name
Only s*x APPEAL