Those lips, those lips of yours command attention, But what comes out of them keeps the attention, your ability to linger proper dialogue, Your voice something about it reminds of a lark, but you don’t even sing.
Those hips, those hips are more figured than a cursive 8, She has the power to calculate a mans intentions to divide and multiply by any means of sequence. Because her breasts are filled with the curiosity to make a man think, think thoughts couldn’t be sung.
The only thing missing to this wonderful work of art is his hands wrapped around her and holding her in comfort.
The fiercest and most Feisty of them all, thank God for creating a beauty with such dominance with morals & high intelligent quotient
Pliable enough to put cracks and breakthrough any impalpable heart.