I walk with a stride that only comes to a God selected few, passionate steps of glory, eyes stuck to me as if pasted on by glue. When I stroll by they get my scent of flawless pride, for it is the fragrance of life that I just cant seem to shut away and hide. Others try to mock me hoping that I fall, but I give the fierce look of determination and say, “ no not me at all”! They wonder of my life of the very air that I sip wanting to taste the words of seduction that roll off my fruitful lips. Some have said they want to feel the warmness of my bed, but all I say in return is, ” silly silly man please don’t let that ridiculous thought go to your peanutty head. They want to slip and slide and hold on to my hips, dreaming and fantasizing of thoughts as we flow from side to side with every crunch and dip, to sail upon my exotic wave that’s their heart felt crave, but little do they know that without anything as simple as a touch they have become my love bound slave. I keep hearts beating like the taps of a snare drum, because this like of me is just something they cant seem to overcome. I try to keep a leveled head because other women say im conceited, and I say no, their just mad because they cant stop me honeylistic flow. I’m like the sweetest honey the bees could ever make, and temptation has made many want to touch and take, but this flow of me they just cant seem to break. So many men have wanted to kiss what their own woman is said to miss, but I cant really deny but more so I reply, “ It’s the look of my waste, my goods you want to taste the slenderness of my arms that keeps your heart at alarm. You want to take a peek, of the sweetness you do seek, and wish to kiss and hold God’s greatest creation he could mold. You want to know the secret to my ease that keeps them coming back like fleas, or the way they say please from the flats of scrubbing knees, and why each of them I turn down and bring those hopes firmly to the ground. For its what they want that I wont show, the endless wonders that makes their mind flow, but to tell you the truth it’s the fuel that makes this seductive woman go.
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