COME HEAR ABOUT HER
she riddles my mind with questions
she rushes my blood like a river
she blesses my eyes with her beauty
and my skin with her touch
My thoughts so deep everytime before i go to sleep
her ebony georgousness washes upon the shores of my mind
the sweet fragrance of her hair soft as the emperors silk
lays in the air of the night
a sweet nectar flows from her lips
her kisses so tender they make my head go clear
and it all washes back to me
she is here
she is pure
she is mine
About the Creator
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