Smooth as silk, beautiful skin,
taste like cinnamon
and he's not like none of them,
like the other ones, no, I need him,
like an addiction, similar to coffee,
but stronger,
I guess I need him more then every morning.
Nobody is like him, my mahogany,
my one and only.
I've learned everything from him,
so so sweet, the way he love and caress me.
He sees everything in me.
He makes me believe,
love is a beutiful thing, yes indeed.
Addictive, my chocolate,
ah i love him, cocoa, no i need him.
Khaki dosen't look like his skin,
no he's like a loved summer breeze.