He walks by with his sexy brown skin, his eyes like water to a hydrophobic, drawing you in and then you are in his grip take a sip of his love and ecstasy. He gets next to you, caressin' you, like R. kelly says feelin' on ya booty. Ya sprung hung. in his rope of deception. like a snake in the grass waiting for the right moment to strike. ooooh but he smells so good. He lays the love down like a true vet. he wears the hell out of a suit. and has a 6 figure salary. his eyes tell his story, like his heart hides the pain. once in love, and slapped down he remained scorn. never to trust another woman, never to let her close. rather to hur her than to feel hurt in his heart. despite the pain he brings, he takes you home for just one night when you awaken, he is gone. on his pillow lys a note that ends Sincerely Mr. Wrong.