THE FLAV-HER... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

HERE SHE COMES
EXITING THE SHOWER
NO TOWEL
WATER DRIPPING
DOWN HER SKIN
LOOKING LIKE
A FUDGE SICKLE
SITTING IN
THE SUN FOR
TEN MINUTES
JUST WANNA GET
TO LICKING
WITHOUT LETTING
ANY OF IT
HIT MY FINGERS
EVEN THEN
I'M NOT WASTING
LET MY MOUTH
BE THE NAPKIN...

THE TASTE BUDS
ON MY TONGUE
MIXED WITH MY
IMAGINATION
CHANGES
THE FLAV-HER
DEPENDING ON
HER SKIN TONE
SO IF ITS LIGHT
IT'S TAPIOCA
A LITTLE DARKER
MEANS SHE'S
SWEET LIKE
A CARMEL SQUARE
NO NEED FOR ME
TO EXPLAIN CHOCOLATE
CAUSE THAT FLAVOR
SPEAKS FOR ITSELF...

EDIBLE LIKE AN
ARRANGEMENT
WITH A HINT OF
A STRAWBERRY
FRAGRANCE
FROM THE
SHOWER WASH
IS MY FAVORITE
DESSERT DISH
I CAN EAT IT
BEFORE OR AFTER
ANY MEAL
SO CLEAN I
BUT I DON'T FEEL
BAD ABOUT MAKING
HER DIRTY AGAIN
AND FROM THE
FACES AND NOISES
I'M HEARING
I DOUBT SHE
DOES EITHER
CAN'T STOP ANYWAY...

CAUSE I LOVE THE FLAV-HER... ;-)