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E, El, Elt, Elton, etc. etc.

In my book, you are My Sweet, Deep, and Dark Chocolate Baby.
Your eyes, your touch, and your voice they simply drive me crazy.
That's right ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...he's MY MAN.
He caught my eye and captured my heart in a very short time span.
He's hard as a rock, yet gentle as a lamb.
He is there with everything I go through and everything I am.
He is mild tempered but he's not a push over.
He is my lucky charm, my rabbit's foot, he's my 4-leaf clover.
Yes, he's sweet and kind, but by no means is he weak.
He's a considerate gentleman, profane words he doesn't speak.
He has money to pay his bills, buy his clothes and shoes for his feet
Like a real man for his woman, he takes really good care of me.
But material things don't mean a thing to me you see
When I got his triceps and biceps lying next to me.
He has a handsome face, and on each side, there's an indented dimple
When he smiles at me, he makes my whole body tremble.
His hands are nice and warm and when my day has been long
He uses them to massage my entire body as he plays romantic songs.
It's me that he cherishes, with him I always feel protected
He'll go the distance to make me happy, gives me time I'm never neglected.
Did I mention that in the kitchen he is an undiscovered chef?
Food from simple to gourmet, delicious, I must say so myself.
He doesn't brag with the boys about what goes on under the sheets.
He is mysterious, mystifying, secretive and always discreet.
He's a strong black brother, handles his business as he should.
He makes me smile with little effort more than any man ever could.
He's outrageously funny he makes me laugh to no end
He has charm, a loving personality, and the life of the party with his friends.
He hasn't spread his seed so there aren't any dramas
No Natashas or Laquittas, NO there are no ‘Baby Mamas'
For you ladies and these days some men who wish they had what I got
You can't have him ‘cause he's mine so don't waste your time trying to plot.
This is My Baby, My Boo, My Lover and My Friend
I've got his back, and he's got mine, until our breaths come to an end.
I've written poems about the sun, the moon, and even the stars
I've written about fantasy, and romance and things that are bizarre.
But not this time, no not this time..