She walked gently towards me
With her smile blowing away my emotions
Her lips was a fiction of my picture
Her appearance was a fulfilment to my yearning
She sucked and kissed my lips like an honey
Her kiss penetrate through my ?? heart
Faster than the speed of light
Her romantic lips was like a spell
Her flexible waist was a cell I must confess
Her luminous eyebrow was a Den I must attest
Her Ampit smells nicely like a boutique
Her chest stretched flatly like a betsaida pool
Her breast magnetise me like a Louisiana suit
Her broad face seems oily
Her spherical head looks hairy
As nail is attracted to a magnet
I am attracted to you
Despite all this encomium
She isn\'t as terrible as you may think
she often read her bible I must admit
On smelling the Scent of her Lingerie
I will be taking her as my monperie
My tropical girl I am ready to love you
For God is love I must confess
You are the best
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