Though dark is her glory
My love spurs her fury
She smiles like crazy
Wakes me from being lazy
She knows, I love her
But will she do me, I wonder
She’s lyrical like Stevie Wonder
And plays me like Andres Iniesta
I’m befuddled by her soft touch
Her fragrance knocks me out like King Kong’s punch
Her dreamy eyes, they immobilize me
Her melodious voice, it serenades me
I yearn for her continuous attention
She knows, she ‘flexes’
And then she flirts me
Those are crumbs, but I love her still.
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