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Your presence is easy like Sunday morning…

Monday yarning of anticipation of seeing your face…

Beauty and graciousness…

Lovely lady irreplaceable… In all dreams…

And by all means you mean the world to me…

A princess among girls to me…

To me you’re worth more than diamonds & pearls could ever be…

To be, or not to be… See, I’m a Shakespeare in love with you…

I want to give the world to you…

See, I want you to be both my baby girl, and my Boo…

Contemplating love making on ocean shores indigo blue…

Send me your truth… Like anthrax, you’re a virus to all I’ve once knew…

And all I know now is I can’t seem to get you…

Off of my mind…

Somehow I want to devote all of my time proving to be self worthy…

‘Cause abusing you is just unheard of…

My heart is serenading emotions in poetic chorus,

So I pray that you heard me…

You’ve got me yearning to learn you…

And I can’t lie; I’m the one who’s swimming…

Drowning in the abyss of the mere thought of your liquid kiss…

See, I don’t know what to call this …

And like this poem, your beauty is a love song…

With no title; unknown…

Heard by the blind; admired by me above all…

I’d crawl into your womb, and bathe in its oasis…

Things mine eyes have never seen,

You’re now taking my mind to those places…

You make me breathe deeply and exhale in internal sigh…

Instead of holding your hand I’ll hold my tongue until you return with a reply.



Tha Prodigal One...