We sit on the cold wet concrete and pull our minds into another dimension. We talk about what woman want but we don’t know. I say we follow our instincts as the animals when we shed those clothes to embrace the loving. We feel were the best mates for any girl, because no one is on our level and if they want their going to need a space shuttle or a ladder that goes forever. As his beat drops he wants her but can’t have her. It is her choice and no one other. On top of every great man there is a beautiful woman.
Let me begin my art, as I stare into her eyes as I depict her figure. As she gazes into my face my eyes lie with so much love and she shapes my mind. I want this girl as my mate to pass on so many great stories, great masters, and to create something that is better then what I love. I will last forever. I will last forever. I will last forever, but I will find what this love is, what love is, but I like her, I like her too, and I like her too. O where o where is the one that made those mornings so warm…
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