Despicable me
Reading her mean
Her barriers so perfectly in line
Porcelain rectangles with black dots
She spoke 70's psychedelic rock
When she walked I felt the funk
Junky love Aww baby
Eyes of lullaby love
Skin dark as a moonlit night
She's a handel with care
Attitude sharp as an African spear
I cry cause my tears miss her dear
I was in the spirit with wet fingers
How could I have been so perverse
Now I'm in search for words
I picture a lustful submerge
Her sweet saliva
Dirty mind don't talk about her...
Soul satisfying
Never to be mine
Hopefully not forever
Until I lay upon her
My new eyes
Void of imagination
The figment holds weight
Her in my arms
The anticipation
To redeem
Is it still for me
A love to be
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