Sweet Mocha Chocolate

             Chyrel J. Jackson

I want my man cerebral

      on the straight up hip tip.
Hypnotically charismatic
     with an acid jazz funk.
Say brother, leave the ego tripping to me,
     I’d like to think I do it much better.
I want him no nonsense,
     in yo’ face, with a this is
how I am, black woman flavor.
     He’s got to be smooth, with
an earthy sensibility.
     Feeling what I’m feeling
as I’m feeling him.
     Essentially, I want my man as
soothing to my soul as
     sweet mocha chocolate
sliding down your throat
     on a cool Autumn day.

                            cjj ©