M&M's Lounge

He fantasizes about lounging in her pretty brown skin
A fiend of femme bodies entrenched in melanin
A substance he be craving that keeps calling his name
The desires that ignite the fires of his carnal flames

Admiring everything from her hair to her underwear
With such a sexy frame, he can't help but to stare
The glare from her heart starts the trail of passion
He has to start there 'cause it's the origin of compassion

His actions must be pure to ensure a safe passage
He always speaks from his core to convey his message
He'll spend all his cabbage to show her a good time
So he can be like baggage and weigh heavy on her mind