sexy
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You marked my flesh
deeper than you know.
Sank in your teeth
devoured my soul.
Numinous wreck
I fell for your sin
Left me tattered
Some might think you’re too small,
some might think you’re too big,
others will wish they could be like you
while others will think they should be like you.
size has redefined our generations perspective on what
Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
The soft breeze, the natural air, it's amazing. It's like it's making love to me. Saying it loves me, and cuddling with me. While the windy noises puts me to sleep, giving me a comfortable feeling.
There's this fine divine bottle of 1961 Bordeaux.
Her curves would make the strongest man weak.
From the silk feel of her hair to the soles of her feet,
It's 20 minutes to sunrise
I'm watching the sun kiss every inch of your skin
as it awakes from its slumber and peers through the window
Skin that only God could have molded with red clay from the earth
He started with her legs.
Rising up like the sun before 7AM
Setting over his shoulders right before the sixth hour hit
He took his head downtown and began his art as if he was telling her that he loved her canvas and he meant it
He moved his hand
Roses are Red,
Daisys are Yellow,
Violets are Blue,
Auta is Black,
She is fair
Her hair, curly,
When she flips it backwards,
I feel this magnetic pull towards her.
Roses are red,
a color reserved
for fire and passion,
burning inside
when you kiss
my eager lips
and that space
between my
shoulder blades
that weaken my knees,
The blue of the sky matches your eyes
I glide around you,
With pep and coyish glides
The heat of your touch clouds my gaze
And I yearn for that fog to stay
I glide around you
Red with craze
Her touch is a push and a pull,
It'll have you losing your mind and at the same time heal your soul.
A savage she is.
She'll claw you like a piece of meat,
While the beast in her kisses your lips.
I am controlled by this Bryiana,
What story has my face have told?
Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
Stop...Pause...and Think...
Theres some thing about a womans beng
There something about the way she thinks
The way she sees
You can't tell me God isn't real
Just look at these beautiful queens
At times,
hands cannot express
more than the heart.
However,
at others,
the hands become merely
tools of passion used on a lover.
The hands are oft accompanied
by other tools
Sistah Sistah!
You better hold that head up high and never let that chin face the ground
Don't give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you down
Sistah Sistah!
Let's introduce the world
to a very sexy girl,
who lights the room up
and likes to start a ruckus.
Here and there
Lip gloss on there lips
Toned body and curvy hips
They bend down
and i stare longer
than needed
I blush at my faux pas
All the things I coud do
to her
At the roller-rink I was
skating like a total winky dinky dork
I could hardly
keep my balance
and boy was it a challenge
Finally I got the chance to sit
and watch the skaters with
Isn't she beautiful?
Tall, lean, full of youth.
Full of confidence in her
Blood red dress.
No one knows her,
But everyone wants to,
Her past consumes her,
Too much to bare as
