He got me distracted...

Why do I have such a weakness for chocolate men with dimples. Like every time I see one I lose all common sense, I don't even care if he fuck up my credit, drive my car, or get me pregnant. I know he ain't shit, but he just look so fucking good, and the dick probably bomb too. They are my kryptonite for real. "How you do that?" How you got me acting a fool?" I hate them, but I love them. Sitting at Starbucks working on my blog, if he don't stop staring at me like he want to devour this pussy I'm going to fuck around and give it to him. Ain't nobody playing with you boy, I got shit to do.