Sunday, May 31, 2009

I'm the Catch!

Shit, I'm the Catch.
Walking around detached without a latch.
As they gawk at me in awe of my charm and sex appeal. Too afraid to step to me because they can’t believe it’s real.
See, they don't make them like me anymore -- classy and sexy yet sophisticated.
And don't forget the confidence not to be confused with conceit because I am still flattered by a gentleman’s compliment.
Shit, I'm the Catch.
And I'm walking around without a latch
without my match.
They break they neck and do a double take; fix their eyes on my left side and are stunned when they don’t see a shine.
Intrigue by my cool ass vibe and reluctant smile; they wait to catch a glimpse of intellect when I part my lips.
and I whisper.. I'm the Catch.
Walking around free like a bird egg about to hatch.
So go on and devise your plan your scheme to wed thee
or pull away from what God Made; this DNA is one of a kind -- sculpted and designed over time, sincere and very divine.
Like the taste of aged red wine…
Cause Shit, I’m the Catch!

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