For You, My Rhythm and Blues

"For You, My Rhythm and Blues"

By:  Edwin Calvo

First you lick it

Then you flick it

With your tongue,

Now kiss it.

Back away from her, let her miss it.

Tease her

Slowly let her lose herself then please her

But not before building a plot to the story.

Now tell her that you need her, 

Take her to glory.

Beamer, Benz or Bentley.

More like Nissan, Honda, Chevy

But it's not the car that matters

If you love her and can chatter

Up with her friends

Do not just pretend

You must understand

If you ever want to see her again.

Bullshit's

Flying quick

Now the floor is all slick

And slippery 

As the plot is thickening

Do stick it in

And let her feel

That the love is real.

Slow-

Show-

Her that you know-

How to control-

Yourself-

and how to pace

Yourself-

So that you may win the race-

Let her relate-

To you-

Dance to your Rhythm and Blues

Too-

Show her what you can do.

Show her you're not a joke

You're for real and you can smoke

Anyone who may stand a foe

Against her or against you for her love.

Show her there's nothing above

Everything else is below

She's number one for sure

Never for show

She's not just a trophy, although she's a trophy wife

There's no one like her or alike

There's no one out there that I like

There's only you

Now listen to my Rhythm and Blues

As you're the one I'm singing it to.