Kreme

Kreme

I must admit

She's got a flavor I've never seem

Dimples that make you want to scream

Had me giggling like the first day of spring

Make me shake and shiver like a dope fein

Voice low and husky that makes you want her on your team

Got me caught up in the rapture 

Put her in my magazine 

Lips so juicy, I think a want to sing

Her dreadlock so tight, down her back they glean 

My rhymes about her flowing down stream

Wet and wild, yeah she's my new thing

I'm a cup of coffee, she's my Kreme 

Deborah R. Shaw

The Silent Stalker