O baby
sweet darling,
you have
the serious magic touch,
right in your
own fiery-fingertips.
I love them so much,
what they do to me.
They set me on fire.

O the hot-words
you display
& the way you configure
their sensuous meanings.
Let's just say,
they make me
want to play,
sweetly
& get down
with you,
madly.

And if you only knew (me),
you'd see how I move
to your lovely verse & rhyme.
From a million miles away,
I throb to your own heart beat
& it sends ripples down my spine,
quite succinctly
so fine.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel?
Don't stop sugar.