They say girls are made of Sugar,
Spice,
And of course,
Everything nice,
But the girl I know,
You can say it twice,
And much more.

Everytime I see her,
I stand in Awwe,
Chills down my back,
Like when you jump in a spa.

Her radiant beauty is like peace and bliss,
Her eyes shine like blue sapphire stars,
Her hair reminds me of a soothing river,
Her skin reminds me of the time we shared our first kiss.

If I had one chance,
I would love her,
If not more,
It would be,
As much as her mother

I feel it when she looks at me,
She sees nothing,
I have have been beaten,
By my sexual history.

I've had the dream,
she's there in our bed,
I role over,
And whisper softly in her ear,
I tell her,
that I lover her.
 
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