Brown Sugar

Her son was asleep
She was relaxed now
As she stepped out the shower
Her dripping body
Her brown skin
Naked, she looked as beautiful as a flower
Sweet as brown sugar
They called her
She thought that was so corny
She moisturized her long legs
Which made men oh so horny
When she thought about it
As she moved up her body
Her son stirred
Her hands were on her breasts
She softly cursed
Her breasts were like soft ebony basketballs
She admired them
No wonder she got so many catcalls
And those buns
Those buns
Those sweet firm cinnamon buns
They speak for themselves
They’re the perfect balance
She looked in the bathroom mirror
And looked back at it
And touched it
In silence
Soon that silence was no more
Her son wasn’t asleep anymore
She had to cut her body appreciation
Due to her admiration...
For her son
They called her Brown Sugar
She knows why
Now all her Brown Sugar is devoted...
For her son.