The Man I want

Is it his smile,

the way he talks,

his hot kisses,

Or his manly voice.

Is it his eyes,

or his glowing African skin,

that makes my heart beat faster.

I want that man,

he makes my heart dance with joy.

That man, whose eyes stares deep to my soul.

That man, who smells like lavender.

he who makes my apple tingle.

Bonnie and Clyde you may say.

That man , I want.

he makes my two mountains firm,

and the dry forest river flow.

That man, that respects me as a woman,

He who is for keeps,

not fetching the water from my well,

When quenched ,flees.

That man, whose tree Iam its' only owner.

And my well for him to fetch the waters,

He who licks my honeypot dry with love.

That man ,who is flirty.

 Who is intelligent, may he teach me his clever ways.

He ,is the man of my dreams.

That man , is my muse.

Let him pound me like Plantain,

Squeeze off my juices from its' freshly Lemons,

Then spread me like butter on bread.

That man , makes me fall over heel in love.

he makes me wild,

I want to be tamed,

 and together we will discover euphoria.