THE FLOW

Can I get my mojo back? You stole it a long time ago. Where you put it... I don't know. I looked in the closet and under the floor Or maybe you ran with it out the door. I checked the shower and linen closet I even checked the kitchen faucet My mojo is lost. What a shame! I know I am fine, but where's my game? Can I get my mojo back That umph, the it ...... I'm looking for That special something that shines so bright You know...... that shine, that rime, that appealing light. Mojo Oh mojo Where can you be I need you right now so candidly My looks are straight, my game not so tight I need you hear to make it all right. So please, So please I'm warning you.....Return my mojo before midnight! Copyright 2004

When he walks into the room, My heart flourishes The quiet storm begins The roar of my desire Blows boldly through the wind My stomach becomes the most vibrant tornado He’s the hurricane Taking part of my spirit, each time he goes My thoughts are of holding him Feeling his flesh The image in my head that our bodies will mesh I hear the horns blowing, with every footstep he takes The god of my dreams My love and soul mate. Passion and Desire are what captivate me by him I lose all power My body becomes limp Passion for his words, his voice, his thoughts Desire for his body, his hands, his touch Longing to feel more than his spirit I want to study his mind Man all I can think of is this man is soooo fine. His smile is like a sound wave to my soul Every time I see it I have no control My heart smiles too you see For he is all I want I dream of him, think of him, He motivates my charge He is the passion of my desire The one that I admire And he