She is perfection,
Extended to the holy rays.
She is an Angel's reflection,
Standing in the sun,
Her smile reflects;
Like a superstar she owns the world.
Her skin tells a story,
Of a good soul in her,
Smooth from a far.
I look at her;
I can only drink little bits of her,
On display, should I tell her how I feel ?
I'm in way too deep, Swimming in the love sea.
Maybe I could be-
The perfect person for her,
But my mind brings the doubt.
I'll damage her perfection,
So let me watch and tell.
She is the definition;
Of a woman,
An African queen,
A crown on her head,
I bow down to royalty.
She blesses my soul,
Knows what she wants,
Focused is her mode.
Lately she is my drug,
She gets me high,
When I see her smile.
When she tells me everything will be alright,
My soul calms down the dark.
She is the light,
She holds my thoughts,
I might overdose,
And OD on her face.
Am I strong to handle her throne ?
Wish we could play for keeps;
But she tells me myself I should seek.
I can't complain,
Your words are enough, my sanity to keep.
I get so geeked,
When your name pops up on my screen,
I'm addicted to you,
Don't let me go.
Hope you won't forget my name,
My demons you tame,
She knows me inside out.
Here we are;
Show me more of your thighs,
You know that's what I like,
Wish I coul touch.
If you want to,
Our bodies could be in touch,
Under the sheets,
Getting drunk in your majesty,
Take down your crown for me,
Your soul I want to see.
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23: the rebirth
Poetrystory of birth, love, death and rebirth, a story of his life.
