Poor Righteous Poet

The Master of Romantic Suspense and Urban Fiction offers an unprecedented glimpse into his heart and soul with a poetry collection like nothing you've seen before. With a wide range of subject matter, this book has something for every reader.

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IF I COULD SING

When a man loves a woman
Sugar pie, honey bun
You got me saying my, my, my
If I could, I would write a love song like that for you
I would get you in the mood like Luther Vandross
Show you some sensitivity, like Ralph Tresvant
Get freaky with you like Silk
Girl, I would drink you like milk
Make your panties steam
Melt you like ice cream
Damn, baby, I wish I could sing

I would write a love song
To show you all my fire and desire
I know you been high, girl
But I can take you higher
I'm inspired by your ebony eyes
The way you purse your lips
Those thick hips, juicy thighs
Jesus Christ!
Come and take me, baby!
I will yield to your will
I'll pay your telephone and automo–bills
No-Diggity
I wanna show you real love, like Mary J Blige
Or we can creep, like T-Boz and Left Eye
I see you telling me no, no, no
But I ain't too proud to beg, ma
I'll get down on bended knee
I will get down wherever and whenever you please
'Cause I wanna be down like Moesha
I'll treat you like a queen – Latifah
Tasha, Kim, Maria or Keisha
We need some U-N-I-T-Y
And I need your sweet apple pie
And if I could sing
I would write a rhyme so smooth, I would make the doves cry
And you'd be proud to tell your homegirls, That boy is mine
And you can ride my pony like Genuwine

Baby, if I could sing
I'd write a love song just for you
But I can't
So this love poem will just have to do

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© Keith Thomas Walker