My Boo

Yeah I am crazy about my Boo
And I think he's crazy about me too
He and I, me and him are stuck together, tight like glue
Fools for one another
Never to allow anyone to tare us asunder
Or bother what we have
We remember to stay in one accord
Whether which rich or poor
Losing this; is something we can not afford

Our ardor is like the serenity in a savanna
He rains on me like the showers in a grove- (shhh! He heats my body like a
stove)
My Boo washes away cares as the ocean and it's tides
When he draws nigh
Tension seems to wave good bye
Arms me with endearment like a private
His neck kisses calms away my fears
Then he warms me like hot tea on a cold night
His totality is ready & ripe for digestion
No question asked
He wasn't my first, but he's definitely my last

Yeah, I'm crazy about my Boo
And I think he's crazy about me too

We hold a jazzy romance
That dances to a different beat
Runs a different race
And utters another language to speak
He told me 'Babe, I never experienced anything like this before'
I responded 'Boo you knock me down too'
'Woman you woo me'
'Babe you complete me'

His pretty skin, hairy chest, gleaming eyes
Sends chilling rushes up my spine
One mo' time, ladies he's mine!
My kinky haired beau is one of my greatest assets
In this duet, there's very little that I could forget
And so much to cognitively collect
His beautiful, dark features
Thick lips, pretty teeth
With a dimple on his left cheek to compliment his half smile
No time for hours in the mirror or periods at the mall
Jeans and a plain white T-shirt is just his casual style
A brown skinned 6-foot tall gem-is what I call him, when I call him

He's my thing
I'm surely into him
And I get high on his physical
Then he liberates me with his intellect
In my crime of passion he's the number one suspect

His thinking is intense
His words do not relent
Or hesitate, only dispense
Even before the gov't, not at others expense
Only for their benefit

A handy man, a fixerupper
A believer in the Father
A prayer warrior

So you know at a distance
Existing may at times be a disturbance
Or an annoying fragrance
That follows, insuring some sorrow in tomorrow
Yet, when he is in my presence
Many things succumb to amnesia
Life with all its worries freezes and stands still
For my spring, while he tills my ground

The bubbles in my bath last longer
The breeze in the night is better
I have joy in my laughter
And satisfaction when I relish something pleasurable
My love for him is immeasurable

Ooh Boo
Tell me how ya do
What ya do, when ya do
What ya do

Yeah I am crazy about my Boo
Yeah I am crazy about my Boo
And he's crazy about me too

There are songs to remind me of this thing
Poems have been written to give light to this thing
Aromas that smell like this
Palpable things that feel like this
Experiences that can relate to this thing
But- it's not this thing
It's not this thing

Only reflections, images, or copies of this original piece
Its originality is unique
You can read about something
And then you can actually live it
I'm living it, experiencing it and believe me I enjoy it

It's really nobody's business
How we do this
Yet while many remain clueless
I'll give you one hint that none should miss
The nexus in this mix (never think twice) is the love of the Christ

Yeah it is a love triangle; a holy one
Me and my boo
Who I'm crazy about
And he's crazy about me too
But, were both nuts over Jesus


 
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