**You'll find this poem on my CD, On Her Own"
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Ooh I love my man. And my man loves me.
It’s like no other this thing we got going on.
Don't you know what you do when you touch, lick, suck, pull, devour this is the hour for love.
Tell me jump and I’ll ask how high cuz my body is under your command…I am your servant of love.
I’ll be a good girl if you do it just right cuz your touch is never wrong.
I can’t stand up for falling down into your lap of luxury, luxurious, stupendous, delicious, nasty, hot, wet…did I leave anything out? Because I seem to lose all sense, vocabulary, articulation when you articulate your tongue down my body and into my special place that is now your place of feast. And feast on.
No need to rush. The phone is unplugged and I am plugged into you and your grip. Work on my love, work on.
Overtime, under time, extra credit, after school- believe me, you got the job that you applied for: The Certified Executive Officer Of My Stuff.
And my stuff, my heart, my soul, my future is all yours.
So do with me what you will. Lights on or off. Before work, maybe a light snack, after dinner with a cherry on top, that’s you.
Anyway you slice it, you and I just fit. You slide into me and I melt into you. Our bodies are a perfect match and you love to perfection every time.
So hurry hurry, step right up and get yours.
Daylights burnin’ and I can’t wait for your love.
Tiffani C. Frost
Copyright 2004