After two years or perhaps it’s even been three
Still,His crimson roses are no good to me
No need to shower me with pricy “bling bling”
B/c my heart has always been in his hands
His key in mine,
I’m infatuated with WE
Eyes closed tight like virgin thighs in his arms is where I’ll always be
A strong gentle giant
Knows simple gestures im press
Me,
With Him
Compliment to..No,
he GIVES me my swag
Exceptional in his old rags,
No Enyce, Dolce, or Louie bags
Can compare to his heart rich with love for me,
Sweeter than the kisses
Hershey makes
Without him there is no me,
No him and my heart will surely break
Like glass windows when thieves come to take
I’ll pray God sends YOU an angel,
Wings white like freshly painted new house walls
To carry you high,
Not to cloud 9,
But 23 In the presence of Jordan, James, and Beckham
The presence of greatness is where you’ll be
Yin to your yang
Burning flame
Hot from head to feet
Dripping wet, lips soaking your seat.
With one simple peck you know he belongs to you
And when HE made him
Forget broke HE destroyed the mold,
There’s no need for 2.
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