Her ≪3 Poem by Quantez L. Spears

Filled with joy every time that we meet
From laughter, to disagreements, to kisses so sweet.

Quiet, beautiful, intelligent, and unique.
I see her once and I'll smile all week.

Through the cotton withholds scars with many untold stories.
I Can tell she's an adventurer, still seeking the glory.

With her, the search is over cuz I have found the treasure.
I don't even have to enter her sea, just for me to seek pleasure.

With her I feel lucky tho I have little time.
In love with the girl but enticed by her mind.