She thought I was a clown
But all I wanted was to make her smile
Just to get rid of that frown.
I'd give her my crown
And make her my queen
But she thinks I am a clown
Her fragrance was brown
Just like the colour of her eyes
She was cautious and wise
And judged my affection as lies
Have you ever been attracted?
Attracted to the sexuality and beuty of a kind
How her waist was thin
With her nake at the brim
And she still managed a round ass
So round I wrote it in a verse
She is called Joyce
Her breasts alone gives me no choice
But to go wild and rejoice.
It's true I want to bang her
I want to wake up,smelling her nake
And it's still true I want to keep her...
I want to keep for as long as it takes
©diabetic
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