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Baby Boy, you got it all

(all over them)

Nice style, sweet smile, bundles of personality

(from head to toe, you got it going on)



Head smooth, squeaky clean

(Round to the touch)

Ears, kiblets of delicacies.

Eyes that peek into souls.

Stare long enough, those eyes will steal the breathe away.

A nose that must've been affixed on the Sphinx before Napoleon knocked it down in a fit of contempt.

Chiseled features, strong chin

And we reach the mouth.

Ahh!! Lips full rich heaven sent

Holding talent beyond human comprehension.



Baby, boy you got it all



(That first verse has me a little bit heated, somewhat disoriented.  And it was only about your face.)



Neck to shoulders high above the rest.

Neck so magnetic, so majestic

Shoulders broad as if a Black Atlas

Baby, hold me up one good time.

Chest like a pillow when needed

Rised like a gorilla when slightly tested

Protector of your most fragile possession



Arms strong enough to carry all held dear

And having me wishing I was lucky enough to walk on the other end.

Hands, those big masculine hands that's put in some work.

Baby, Boy, if you can palm a ball, I know you can palm this ass and anything else that needs to be grabbed.

Abs of steele, wrapped in a waist that I want to put in a vice grip (if only for 30 seconds or less.)



Baby, Boy, I got to tell all

Just thinking about what comes next has me churning like sweet cream butter waiting to be spread.  



I can't stop how I feel.

No, I won't stop examining what I see right before me



(To be continued)