Like a bottle of fine wine, The older she gets the better it is, a glistening jewel; The symbol of the ice that keeps my wrist cool, My very own fresh summer breeze, Her touch so powerful it'll bring a grown man to his knees, Each step she takes leaves a feeling of heart-shapes, Butterflies, the way she looks in my eyes, Damn I can almost cry at the sight of those thighs Only to regain my composure and then our love I realize
Her smiles of joy and passion for her man, Makes me so weak I pray to God "Please let me stand!" Her brown sugar skin, natural curly hair, Sometimes it's so hard for me to glance and not stare
A woman so sweet,So sweet the dream of milk and honey come true kiss to make you blind, I only want you.
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