LEKER POET
Woman, the color of your eyes
Are like the sand of the desert
Your lips are so red and dry
Like the naked blood in december
Your body is magical and fly
Like something outta your imagination
Touching you, oh mine
Is like an heavenly intervention
Callin' out your name
Is like shouting for love eternal
Smelling your perfume
Makes me go all mental
Loving you eich day
Gives my life a simple purpose
Maybe someday
The love will be cherished
Forever.
Are like the sand of the desert
Your lips are so red and dry
Like the naked blood in december
Your body is magical and fly
Like something outta your imagination
Touching you, oh mine
Is like an heavenly intervention
Callin' out your name
Is like shouting for love eternal
Smelling your perfume
Makes me go all mental
Loving you eich day
Gives my life a simple purpose
Maybe someday
The love will be cherished
Forever.
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