MY LOVE
I can paint her look with words
Her eyes resembles two pair of beans
Floating on milk
Her two hills of Lebanon
Are standing still on her soft chest
Not mentioning her thick and seductive thighs
That makes me drip in style
Her tummy resembles a poker table's top
She's Clean more than Bandit
Not only her physique is inviting,
Butt also her ass et located behind the scenes
I know she doesn't even own a Shop
But I'm coming more like a broke guest,
In my next piece,
I'll give her just a tip
On how well I'd love to enjoy her company
Je ree Poet🇰🇪
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