How To Please Your Man I take you to paradise within my space, I lace your bed with rose peddles, that are laced upon your head. The candles lights that reflect, the image of chocolate laced Scented incense, as the aroma mix, with ebony delight. The little boy humble within the night. Which will calm the beast if the love is right. There’s times women refuse to humble and be still, even when the benefits would be at there advantage, when love could be so complete. Tempo low, the love Is in the air, wrap your self within his arms, take him to another level of love, exhaling the scent , chocolate wrapped, around symbolic images of fragrances that enters, passions with the thoughts of love, play that song for me, watch the temple rise, as I sing sweet songs of melodies, buried deep in the turmoil, deepening, caging, calming vibrations, mama I sing the blues, my man dose not love me, I must make the man, desire the women, with all of the tunes. Soft black roses, bottle of wine, candle lights lit, to start the night, Roses upon my bed, soft music above my head, images of desires, as my man sits still, As I ordained him with divine love, oh sing that song for me, it brings back memories, of the days that I once new, the nights that I will spend with you. Speak not allow me to take you to the waterfalls. sweet smell of love, hold on, I shall do the rest. Scream If you must, I will move to another pleasure, as you rest, tender as the night, wrapped in chocolate, beneath my universe. Cry the joys of your ancestors, powerful grounds of great love, mama I sing the blues. Sweet as the doves that fly upon my head, soft as the life line, that centers my universe, which I spread, give me love, give me hope, give me pleasure, the fires burn through the night, the water falls simmers the heat of love. Let me treat my man right. Copy Write 2001 Noumi Productions The warrior is a tradition, which one may posses. but sometimes in love, the little girl must humble, And let daddy be the boss. Impressions are find within its own time and space. The little girl that comes out is well advanced, in love when she plays. The thirst of a warrior which many women seek to find. But the warrior will not appear, if the women continues to dominate, the essence of a man. Tradition has dictated that a man shall come last, but when the sweet smell of ebony, sweat that calms the inner depth of great strength. The spirit craves touch me in all the right places, I shall surrender to love. I listen as he speaks I may not agree. I pretend in a soft voice, and make believe that he is right, as the softness of t he tone of voice, brings the gaps together in the heat of the night. The nurture is the essence of a women’s decent. Sometimes ego shall destroy the strength of a strong romance.