Quantez L. Spears
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.
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