Poetry is art, and so is she.
so rare, I'm trying win her heart.
I'm trying be a part of her world.
Damn, I hope she realizes that.
she's pure gold.
yet her heart is cold
but I want it all,
I want it all.
She's a rare soul
tryna caress her with my love
her past rough, yet she's the tough one
tryna escape the reality with her
she's the one I want
because her kiss can beautify my soul
her presence can satisfy my needs
her beauty, an interagency quality
my thoughts outset to speed
trying to lure me to bed
attempting to ease my mind
my conscience won't allow it
her body is the ambiance
our love will begin with her scream
and never end even after her last moan
