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Dec 2012
Her
Back in the day,
If I had a problem I'd hit her up.
Now times progressed
And her name has changed,
But the formula is still the same.
When them girls wit no names.
Cause me hurt and pain
Her voice tames my heart then
Clears the thoughts out my brain.
Her perfume opens my nose,
a unique fragrance of her own.
Like smoke her aura fills my lungs.
Her name may not last,
Yet her presence is always felt.
This more then love,
And we're more then friends.
Everything about her entices me
From her smile to her body
I want it all.
Her lips entice me while,
Her body entreats me for pleasure.
Yet her mind is last to know.
So much I can say about her.
Tho, her name is all I know.
Jay Bryant
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