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They call February 14th Valentines Day, but lookin at my black woman, I get to thinkin bout Christmas, cause I wanna unwrap that dress off her body like a gift under the Christmas tree, give her that shot of Vitamin D, so the next time she go see the D-O-C, he can tell her that her iron count is sufficient, better yet, we can take it back to my favorite Christmas, when I was eight years old, and she can be my Sega Genesis, lettin me play with her A & B buttins, til she C that Im serious about lovin her, let her take control of the stick, and we can go up, down, left, right, hit select to select her favorite position, and when she tired of me beatin it out the frame, hit the start button so we can pause, and trust babe, I know it aint all about the draws, cause for women, its the little things that count, see men we simple, cook a some chicken strips, pour a glass of hen and coke, pass the remote and say baby watch the game, and thats the best gift ever, but we know for yall, we gotta do a lil extra, so to show you the amount of time you stay on my mind, I give you 24 flowers for every hour of the day that I think bout you, but peep ladies, Im a let yall in on a lil secret, flowers coo, cards coo, but lemme tell you why candy is somethin I dont do, I got red bones, yella bones, mochas, caramels, peanut buttas, chocolate, dark chocolates, even the burnt crispy chicks, who thick, so why would I care bout a Hershey's Kiss when Im livin in a real life chocolate factory, and this aint got nothin to do with an R&B singer, but it got e'thang to do with why our sisters are the sexiest women walkin Earth, but this poem aint just for yall, cause bruhs want some love too, the flyest group of men walkin this planet and hot dammit, yall love our professional look when we rockin them suits, or thugged out with those creased jeans and timberland boots, and boo, we the only species of men where you can look at our heads and get sea sick, and see good d***, put it in yo wet wet, and we get sea sick, til you see this d*** aint nothin to play with, cause be real, aint nobody gone beat it like us, and trust, aint no one gone love you like us either, see this Valentines Day, it aint all about the P-U-S-S-Y or D-I-C-K, but I can tell you the ABC's of love, cause A, I always want you, B, because my heart is true, C, come closer to me, and naw, my name aint Frankie Lyman, but I aint lyin when I say I love you, cause truthfully, I dont need to buy all those gift gimmicks, screw da heart with the candy in it, damn the romantic dinners, damn champagne in the glass, and if cupid even think of shootin that arrow in my ass, Im pullin out my strap and puttin hollows' in his ass, cause I aint on no gay tip, point is this, February 14th means nothin if I dont love you the other 364 days of Earth's rotation around the Sun, cause like the Sun, you're the center of my universe, and if you burn out, my heart burns out, so like a comet, I repeatedly strike your surface to show that you still have a purpose, cause love can come in all forms, sometimes its 6'1, 215 pounds, first went down on a chick when he was 18, and if he knew it tasted that good he would've started at 13, but miss black queen, remember, love ya'self first, so when I come along, I can love you even more