Smoov B Rizzo

February 23, 2004 - 10:42 p.m.

Yo girl...

I was concerned that the timbre of my voice was not exceptional to you. now let me tell you how I will rock your world once the propensity of my manhood is revealed... first, I will escort you from your door across a trail of the finest imported Canadian rose petals (if Canadian roses are unavailable, I will choose the best from a local Jewel). next, you will step onto my powerful motorcycle, which I will have adorned with the most expensive oils and waxes for your visual titillations. you will also have a helmet procured from my brother Jefferson.

I, myself, will have on the most expensive suit that Men's Warehouse can offer. colognes from the far reaches of the earth will please you as they emanate from my exotic, muscular, dark skin, whose muscles I have toned to better appeal to your discriminating tastes.

but I digress. for Smoove b Rizzo is not interested in that beautiful backside alone, which would be only a mere completion of our mutual passion which is already cooking up, like rib tips doused in the richest, sweetest barb-b-q sauces. marinate on that for a second.....most importantly, I intend to smother your mind with the savory sweetness which is me. the loving of that beautiful body will naturally follow.

now, per se we was to go to a coffee restaurant. Smoove b Rizzo will drive you wherever you want to go, and, once arrived there, I will hold you and gaze deep into your chocolate-brown eyes. you will feel faint, but be strong girl, for the best is yet to come. once we have sampled the pleasures of all the Folgers (or whatever premium coffees there might be, no matter the price, for I would buy you two coffees at once, if you desire) and perhaps some of those Dolly Madison chocolates, we will embark upon our final destination. a night at the Sybaris.

that's right girl. you heard correct. there we can sit in the heart-shaped whirlpool with floor to ceiling mirrors while mango-scented candles whirl us away into ecstasy. I will feed you the freshest strawberries available, massaging your tired back, neck, arms, hands, legs, feet, and breasts with hot oils. There will also be a mini-fridge if my lady desires a soda or Tombstone pizza. after sipping the finest American champagnes (or white zinfandels if you prefer), I will lay across the vibrating bed and whisper in your ear only the most romantic phrases, like, "damn girl, you make a nigger want to fuck!" or maybe, "your skin is as soft as my second baby daughter's head."

after I answer my pager, we will undress. oh wait, we already did that. anyway, you will be surprised to find only the tightest, most softest cheetah stripe Speedo in the world. and away into the night we will go... afterwards a carton of Newport 100's will be accessible to further please you, accompanied by the finest peaches and cream flavored cognacs.

I will have planted kisses on your heaving bosom as you sleep, know this, because Smoove b Rizzo has to work very early in the morning. a complimentary breakfast plate will meet you as you wake, with a coupon for 10% off of our next romantic getaway. this I will give to you. finally, as you take a scenic cab drive home, you will find a picture of me in your purse, along with a Hershey's kiss.

you know I already love you girl,

always,

Smoove b Rizzo

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