the biggest loser i know
I met this guy
and I must say
I wish I never met him
cus he's the biggest loser
that I know
from his smooth chocolate skin
that I want to run my hands over
to the big smile
I want to place mine on top of
I can't stand him
he's the biggest loser I know
as he stands there
speaking so eloquently
how he makes any word
sound like my new favorite word
baffles me
got me turned on by vocabulary
I don't like that guy
he's the biggest loser I know
with big brown eyes
and even bigger hands
that maybe I would like to hold
maybe even brush my thumb
across the top of his knuckles
although he's the biggest loser I know
but how can he be so sweet
and so funny
when he compliments me
I feel my stomach threatening
to get up and run from me
he makes my brain go
a mile per minute
spinning and spinning
but I can't barely speak
cus I'm trying to stop grinning
tell him stay away from me
he's the biggest loser I know
that I want to walk thru prospect park with
arm and arm thru brooklyn
up Fulton and down Flatbush
I wish he'd get out of my head
why am I thinking about him
he's the biggest loser I know
but I want to explore his mind
and find out what keeps him up at night
I bet he's got dreams and goals
I bet you feel the energy in the room
when he talks
about his passions
I was hoping
we could be two losers together
but you know
not even together but
maybe something close
but I don't know
he's still the biggest loser I know
so I just go with the flow
I watch as he takes the lead
from a safe distance I follow
fearful that if I move too fast
he'll move faster
right out of my grasp
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