Your eyes are like fire.

Your hair is braided, corn rolled, permed, long, short, bald,
dreads or like raw silk.

Your lips are like cherry wine.

Your skin is like chocolate milk.

Your shape is that of a hourglass, and you're so cool and mellow.

You send rapture throughout creation just from a simple hello.

I want to get intimate, and I don't mean having sex.

I want to make love to your mind, MISS MADAME "X".

Your legs are like candysticks.

Your arms are like tootsie rolls.

Your essence is like incense, I want to sniff into my soul.

I get high just from your name.

You look good enough to make me take the LORD'S name in vain.

Not that I'm going to, but you make a brother want to.

What have you done to me....used some enchanting hex?

Well, you've got me, I'm yours, MISS MADAME "X".

Your hands are firm, but fair as they caress my lips.

Your voice has me tingleling from my toes to my finger tips.

I got a love Jones down deep in deed.

I don't know exactly what you used, but its defintely what I need.

Your feet are the petalstools on which I hold you so high.

Your backside is like an onion, it brings tears to my eyes.

I'll put my cards on the table, lady now what's next.

You know I love you, MISS MADAME "X".