To some extent, the intent of making love is extreme.
She always had a way to push away anything she saw to be a threat, even the smallest it may seem.
An african diva whose simplest lines, was enough for me to get it right, to be called a hypnotist.
You will be thinking if I ever got sick with her?
The type of treatment I needed is brought in by her, my apparent nurse and therapist.
I am strategic about the worries in the journey of pursuing the glories.
She says, " I want to be your permanent assistant, wether in the Mercedes or lorry ".
That looks extinct in feelings, a fact is, this one is rare. Doesn't care who is the graduate or the dropout.
In this game of life, it's a ride or die twice , call it a spinning square or box, it disrupts the mind but it's a simple dice.
Folks around can't see through to know what is true, so they tell lies.
She had times to show me vividly her cries whenever there is a need for me to heed to the truth in choosing a side.
Moans and groans at night, face south and the rear side up, on the turn, rides like she owns it .
Multiple motions, bluffing and cussing about her emotions, drives me bananas in my notions.
Wishes she could let me agree and keep one inside for months, perfectly knows that's a plan "B", those ones will be at the peak of our pride.
No one is calling out, she run's with you, hand in hand, give it cuffs and bless it with a cross, we are gone.
How much the benefits I gain is literally, I get too much enough to work out my way through my life, sun and rain, it's worth the pain.
Get in my heart and set out all of my hidden boxes , open them up to show how our lives turns round. The roots definitely stays in the deepest depths parts, she doesn't blow it out loud.
Drifting her way back to me like a magnet, stays on the same path and on target.
Because that melanin complexion isn't an obsession, but a goddess with a gold heart.
The gift of her is the best plan.
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