You make me feel asthmatic.
Faint of heart, at the same time it feels to big for my chest.
It swells, pauses, and skips to a beat just for you.
When you suddenly frown.
I could count my pulse without touching my skin when he comes close.
Even the bottom of his feet has a honey glow.
His abdomen firm as a drum.
Your back welcomes me home.
Your kiss, sweet as a mango warmed by the Islands sun.
Jazz, calypso, reggae, Reggaeton and my favorite soca song.
He’s my inner rhythm with no need for the Blues.
Rnb cant compose a song to express his moves.
But if I would choose one it would be Smokey Robison Cruise.
Gliding to our unspoken toon.
Your a savory brown spice.
Sprinkled all over my life.