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what a lady i love


What a lady I love….

She walks in the humble acknowledgement of her beauty.

She walks with the grace of God.

As if the night is so cool & soft therz a meek touch in her step.

The summer sun reflecting off of her flawless legs that rod

 the movement of her dazzling hips, reflecting as well off of

her stunning & sexy lips.

Make a mistake and you will think she is sent from heaven.

She noes how to dress her sweet self and whenever she takes a bath

Its like she uses her own water cause, she  gets so clean…

Her nails not as long but cute and perfect

I only imagined what her voice would sound like if she talked.

I hoped it' was as beautiful and graceful as the way she walked, yes it got to be

Just a simple hello n realised it was even more sweeter than imagined,,

It concludes it all, carries all what is outside of a person from her inside

You could devote the whole day listen to her talk and never regret it at all..

She is as admired as the little rain which befalls the desert in hot October.

Everyone gives an ear to her whisper like the sweet melodies of the morning birds…

She is just everything and I love her ……

When all is done tell her that I’m in love with her.

Kaxx 08/10/15

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