She reminds me of thunder
Dancing about the clouds.
Her scent, of pearlescent reefer
And tweaked Black and Milds.
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She's in style
I can feel her aura coming
From half a mile.
And she has left me
Lost for words
Every time I see her smile.
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Sir! That girl...
You'd better pay that girl some real attention.
She gets better
With the weather.
She's so clever
Did I mention?
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She said:
"Look at your shimmering light...
How lovely it cascades!"
And I was captivated by her colors
Because they never seem to fade.
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And the noises she never made.
My attention, she never paid.
And every time I behold her,
I'm left in a haze
For days.
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This is your part, girl.
Her offset gate strangely seems
To match the beat
Of my heart
Just a start
As our minds meld in the heat.
Fuck a seat!
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I said this is your part, girl!
She really wants to move!
I've never seen her standing still.
She owns her every movement
Her tempo is so unreal.
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So eloquent
Far from irrelevant
Elevated sex appeal.
I'm famished
And empty-handed.
I'd die to make her my meal.
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Like, SIR!
Don't sleep on that ass.
She's so bad.
Want to grab it
And smash
But I must take a pass.
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Like, grr...
Her man is so pissed off
Like, wowzers.
She moves like she's single...
Her hands in my trousers.
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Brrr.
So cold
How she sucked me for hours
All in my head
Now I must take a shower.
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Sure.
The next time she walks through my lobby...
I'll keep my heart guarded,
So hers cannot rob me.