Slow Burn

Hella Hard Days Work, Kick Off My Shoes, Headed For The Stairs

Out Of My Periph, Spy A Burberry Trenchcoat On The Chair

Upon Further Inspection, See Your Key On Foyer Desk

A Note Card Underneath, Reads Come Upstairs To Get Blessed

Then My Ears Alert Me, A Faint Whisper Utters My Name

Recognize That Sultry Voice, And I’m Down To Play This Game

Red Light Bulb Illuminates, A Jasmine Candle Burning Low

You Glide Across The Room, In Your Vickies Moving Slow

Put Your Hand In Mine, You Smell Like Coco Mademoiselle

My Heartbeat Starts To Fluctuate, As My Nature Starts To Swell

Your Hand Starts To Move, Before You Even Speak

Lord, Have Mercy Hallelujah, My Knees Are Getting Weak

Our Eyes Interlock, And I Feel As Tho I’m Stuck

I Dare Not Turn Away, Should I Bother To Freshen Up

No, Is Her Reply, Presents A Warm Wet Wicking Towel

Wipes Me Down From Head To Toe, Almost Made A Brother Howl

No Words Need Be Spoken, I Lay Back And Wait My Turn

Like The Candle On The Nightstand, It’s Gonna Be A Long Slow Burn…