Ohyeah. You know what time it is. Time for another Sweet Love Thursday! Today’s romantic poem is from my days as a black gigolo on the French Riviera.* The poem is titled: “Pop Tart Amor“
You smell so wonderful baby
What’s that you’re wearing?
Secret? That’s kind of like me
Strong enough to whip a man’s ass
But made to please a lady
Not just any lady…
Well actually, yeah
Any lady
But you in particular, ’cause you’re who I want
I’m gonna lay you down and please you
But first, I need you to knock out this rent for me
It’s worth it, because that is our lair of love
Our den of sin
Our doorway to debauchery
The perfect place for our tongues
To intertwine like a sloppy kid’s shoelaces
Girl you’re so hot,
Like a pop tart fresh out the toaster oven
I want to savor every morsel
Of the frosted strawberry goodness
In between your legs
Rip off your clothes
The same way I rip off that foil bag
Then put my mouth on you
As your flavor explodes on my taste buds
You’re not good for my health
But you’re oh-so good to me!
My Pop Tart, baby
You’re my Pop Tart
Thank you…Thank you. I’ll be appearing live tonight at Mocha Hut’s open mic, if I can get there early enough to sign up. Let me know if you think I should actually fake like I’m a serious poet…then read “Pop Tart Amor” to those Earthy, incense-burning mofos!
* disclaimer: I was never a black gigolo on the French Riviera, although in some parts of Germany, I’m big like Hasselhoff. I am referred to as “Black Fabio” over there.
Um, not sure if you should read this one…
Cool. I’ll read “And Still, I Rise…(an Ode to Morning Wood)” instead ;)
I dare you. Plus you have to get someone to tape the audience’s reaction so you can post it on here. Who knows? They might start snapping their finglers rapidly and then you can hit them with the encore an do “And Still, I Rise…(an Ode to Morning Wood)”
lol… Thanks for the bday wishes!!! Did you go on the pirateroundup yet? Just curious, one of my friends said that he is getting hit on, by all these women that are married!
LMAO! You’re a fool..I’m gonna have to come find you @ Target
I will memorize this for my next jumpoff
do that sh%t! and when ur done, just drop the mic on the floor and walk off stage…they ain’t ready for that raw…LOL!
btw…ur hair looks so LUXURIOUS! any tips?
lol….why a pop tart?? what bout a toasters strudel…lol…now that would have been whats up.But umm i say read the poem…everyone needs to laugh……can’t always be serious.
you’ll do it, they’ll snap their fingers and smile. ha. you’re too much leon.
peace,
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Secret?!
Like the deodorant?!
Of course you should read it- why not? go with ksolo’s suggestion about the dramatic exit. that will MAKE the poem :)
AND LOL @ first knock out this rent for me…you’re a nut!!
“But first, I need you to knock out this rent for me” – D.O.A of this blog.
That was all very “under the cherry moon.”