Mr. B
By Tc
MR B. MR B IS AS SEXY AS CAN BE. HE’S FIVE FEET- NINE WITH DREAMY BEDROOM EYES AND KISSES THAT TASTE LIKE WINE. HE’S AS BOW-LEGGED AS THE DAY IS LONG. HIS NOSE IS ALWAYS COLD, BUT THAT JUST MEANS HE HAS A WARM HEART. SO I’VE BEEN TOLD. FOR HIM THE SKY’S THE LIMIT. IN MY LIFE, I’D DO ANYTHING TO HAVE HIM IN IT. HE’S THE COMPLEXION OF CARAMEL FROM FIRST SIGHT, HEAD OVER HEELS I FELL MORE THAN A SCHOOL GIRL WITH A CRUSH JUST THE MENTION OF HIS NAME WOULD MAKE ME BLUSH. BEING WITH HIM WAS MY CLAIM TO FAME SECRETLY, MR.B & ME SO I CHANGED HIS NAME TO MAINTAIN ANONYMITY LOVING HIM WAS HEAVENLY. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN MR.B WAS TO FINE TO BE MINE, ALL MINE, WITH HIS KISSES THAT TASTE LIKE WINE AND THOSE HAZEL BROWN EYES LOVING HIM DAMN NEAR DROVE ME OUT OF MY MIND BUT MR.B WILL FOREVER BE MY FANTASY. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 07:26 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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