I lick the two gate keepers of my spoken words/
Remaining speechless trapped within the day dream of a day dream/
Smiling at the prize that lives south of your navel/
It grins back at me side ways/
Patiently waiting to reward me for patiently waiting/
Finally/
The flower I chase now stares at my face/
Ooo… How I’ve waited for this day/
Not nervous, or anxious but auspicious/
You rub my face to guide the way to your delicious/
My apparent submission isn’t lust its trust/
I’m proud to explain the process that gives you the gift of my open mouth.
Now let me school you to this tasting game.
I keep peaches, mangos and melons in the crisper/
I feed you grapes between mind sex whispers/
I only cook you the healthiest food of the soul/
Oh yes it was a set up to get wet up/
By joining you in showers, washing your back for you/
Indeed it was a set up to get wet up/
By making sure that you never inhaled the smoke/
Does it make you bananas keeping pineapples in the freezer?
Then sucking the syrup like an Italian ici?
I place it on your tongue; you say I’m nothing but a teaser/
My plan is coming together quite nicely/
From first glance to first kiss I prepared the meal which is you/
However this meal of beauty is more than skin deep/
Now let me school you to this tasting game.
Its not coincidental I peeped the sweetness of your mental/
You can tell a lot by how a woman acts around his friends and family/
So I taste tested by placing you in social situations/
For all you were a treat to meet/
You stood tall without making people feel small/
My family adores you and my rivals want to bone you/
Now let me school you to this tasting game.
Before tasting your flesh I prepared your flesh/
Before tasting your mental I observed your mental/
But I tasted my own feeling when you went away/
Missing you made my sweet tooth ache/
Now let me school you to this tasting game.
You went away but you came back/
Now here we are in this little empty room staring your kitty down/
There is never a point where you are not missed/
There is never a point where you’re not lusted for a kiss/
A small piece of you like a sweet snack/
Savored on the tip of the tongue/
Disappointed when the flavor is done/
Like reaching the end of a cherry lolly/
We begin the gambit of sugars with “hello”
One word holds the weight of a stone/
Meaning so much/
More than a simple touch/
Without it there is no “Good Night”
My bread and butter is ruining my palate/
With salty flavors that don’t seem real/
I miss my caramel desert this evening/
That I often drink after a home cooked meal/
As you sleep I am sure new sweet cakes bake/
I wait/
For the dawn with my sweet tooth ache/