With discreet look in her eyes,
The stares of dares, glares, like Eve fruit mixed with beautiful lies
Her life of fiction sound more like coke addiction,
Mood in therapy, for beloved, most hated enemy.
She hearts in fact wanna throwback and hit sack
Seems impossible, somewhat plausible, skin her radical
Undivided, she can't fight it, but she can at least hide it
Kick side it with a style so fresh,
That would make any man confess his will to bill to undress.
From top to bottom, not understanding she was hit with cries of autumn, they were not bonding,
Guess lap dancing these herds of buzz she done have, but never really felt the love
Though some were fun, some were quite a laugh,
They were not exactly this other half, she couldn't possibly graph
But nightly desire her beauty seen through the wire
She's killing me softly, set my heart on fire
To be continued...
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