Bristles on a rose
She is a sight
Full lips and smooth skin
Long lashes
Beautiful within
She speaks soft fantasies
And smells like the vivid visions you get when you think of your significant other
Oh, I think of her and I feel sexy
I think of her and I feel nasty
She is everything
Everyone wants her
But I
I need her
She presses her lips on my face
And I place my hand on her throat
God, why are you so soft?
I need her, she smells like Paris
No, do not say it like that
Say it like the french do
The things I would do to you
She smiles and I melt
Woman, what have you done to me.
Wrap me tight around your finger
Never let me go
She told me " I'll only leave you if you leave me"
I scorn the thought of that
I day dream of her barefooted spinning carelessly on a beach with the sun beaming on her suple skin.
God, what kind of sorcery is this.
She feels like Spanish Harlem in the summer
Like a summer afternoon
She is.
She.
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