Her eyes glitters like the icing on a cake.
Bosom so smooth like hot loaded bowl of pounded yam
Her breasts are like bunches of grapes
Her kiss is a drug I take and feel so dizzy
Her touch caresses me like the evening breeze
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Sometimes I'm up
Sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I frown
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Sometimes when they touch me,
they pass me the signal.
And I get bursting,
thinking like a criminal.
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Here is what seems like the usual days
But it is actually not the same
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I like it when I talk about you, because you're a wonderful person
I like when I hear your voice, because it is like a medicine
I like it when I call you, because I enjoy your endearments
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I miss a mother:
Who would be there when she has to be
Who is not afraid of challenges,
But looks them in the eye and deal with them point-blank
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I like the way she walks
And the way she talks
And how I like to say her sweet name:
'Abigail.'
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The message you sent to me this morning drove me to ecstasy
And it reminded me of one of my early fantasies
You are like a love embassy;
A channel through which one experience love realities
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To me, there's no such thing as a best place.
And there's no best, but a special friend:
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