Thoughtless Grove

Wed, 09/10/2014 - 16:58 -- KaveMan

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A thoughtless grove is what i strole upon exsuse me if my words are'nt making any sence im just to far gone, im tryna think of the right things to say aint tryna say nothing wrong, baby sit back and let me make love to your mind, i mean i love the way your hips compliments your thighs and your lips compliments your eye's but the best curve you have is your smile, See i can tell you that the sky is blue just to get to the past tense of you but im tryna get to the future with you, with the skies being forever above i'd rather be forever alone if i can have your love.
A thoughtless grove is what I strole Upon exscuse me if my words aint making sence im just to far gone tryna think of the right things to say Im not tryna say nothing wrong, baby let me make love to your mind, now i can use my words to intertwine with your inerthighs and melt your spine, And i cpuld ask if i can take a look in your eye's cause they resemble the stars from the skies, See imma tell the truth and delete the cliche's, Girl you living proof that humans can be as divine as godesses too. Beauty down to the root, I love the way your smile compliments you, Beauty by any name, an angel by which you came. A masterpiece by the heavons and gods the manufatcure, may i pray to him that you be mine one day.
See her body swivers like that of an amazon, capturing features of a godess, she'd be the jewel in my medalion, The picture if beauty needed a caption a dipiction of the most elaberate imagionation. i could think of worsd to exhaxnge so that we could have the most emaculante affiliation, I can't help but wonder why penitration to tthis generation symbolizes sex, on contuare i would love to see how deep her mind goes, how steep her thought grows, Her conversation is at the peak of my admiration. Like that rose that grew from concrette, She's the waterfall that flows within the ghetto streets. 
A thoughtless grove is what i strole upon exscuse me if my words aint making no sence im just to far gone, tryna think of the right things to say aint tryna say nothing wrong. 
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