a poem for ms. thing
Good night wishes to the woman who claims she loves me:
Poem:
She thinks
Her nose crinkles
No description for her beauty
One of a kind'
One of a decade
One of a generation
One of all times
Men have dreamed of less
Some men don't have the dream because they cannot imagine the beauty
But this is not a dream
She loves me
And I know I will set her free
Immaculate
Its all in her eyes
What does she want?
Physical?
Emotional?
Both?
I am the man.
Follow her eyes
Give it to her old boy.
by: the doberman.
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