You’re beautiful. From your afro to your cuticles.
Intelligent, heaven sent, knowing you has been a benefit.
Stacking racks on your backs from the burdens you bury, stacks in these packs from the business you carry.
Tell me your secrets, no particular sequence, circular deepness, lost in abyss.
Infatuation with your flirtation. Floatation, I know your bodies vibration. Love me forever, whatever the purpose. Dedication, Jesus, girl I love you.