Her son was asleep She was relaxed now As she stepped out the shower Her dripping body Her brown skin Naked, she looked as beautiful as a flower Sweet as brown sugar They called her She thought that was so corny She moisturized her long legs Which made men oh so ***** When she thought about it As she moved up her body Her son stirred Her hands were on her ******* She softly cursed Her ******* were like soft ebony basketballs She admired them No wonder she got so many catcalls And those buns Those buns Those sweet firm cinnamon buns They speak for themselves Theyβre the perfect balance She looked in the bathroom mirror And looked back at it And touched it In silence Soon that silence was no more Her son wasnβt asleep anymore She had to cut short her body admiration Due to her dedication To her son They called her Brown Sugar She knows why Now all her Brown Sugar is devoted... For her son.
I wrote this for a girl I was crushing on who has a son. Kind of a tribute.