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Feb 2015
You’re natural like birds that fly
No weave, no acrylic and nothing in your eye.
Natural beauty.
Nature’s gold you possess in your chest.
Can I trespass onto your private property?
Legs, thighs, hips, soft tantalizing lips and waist
These elements place you at the head of the race.
All I want is the prize.  I want the strawberry moon
That illuminates your cocoon.  Soon as you expose
Your body and face to the world, I want to stand
Next to your powerful figure. I’m yo ***** and
Yo friend, lover and yo psychiatrist, yo scientist plus
Your personal poetic lyricist.  What, you want more?
I’ll be that and some.  Holding your hand for ransom.
I scored.
But nothing ******, I scored like a soccer goalie.
Some once in a lifetime ****.
Can I kiss, can I hold, can I touch your soul?
Can we get from outside where the world is cold?
Move inside warm up with the heat of friction
Rubbing together, moving in unison with heartbeats
Speed the pace and you will lose weight.  Superb curves
Means your profile ain’t straight.  More like
An hour glass shape.  Perfection.
Correction, personified beauty, modern day Helen of Troy
Perfect girl for a boy.  I’ll be your love slave or *** toy.
We can stack chips without the ahoy.  Do you feel me?
Cause I feel ya vibe.
When can you come to my home and meet the tribe?
See, we can, will and shall strive for premeditated goals
That we combined. It’s time intoxicating like moonshine.
Take a sip and swallow, let your mind follow
Drink it right out the bottle.
The divine wine.
Sweat left us both wet and blind to the everyday
Necessary problems we face.  Things we can’t erase
And these dreams in which we chase like cops
In our community.
Lytrell Howard
Written by
Lytrell Howard  The Ice Palace
(The Ice Palace)   
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   Ariel Baptista and SPT
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