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By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. I never felt it was fair to perceive her as just a woman Just a being that existed beside me She was natural, with a big afro that weather couldn’t blow The way she walked, a silky sashay through the room commanding attention She was like smooth jazz played at an expensive dinner I longed to meet her But yet I was too caught up in mental fantasies Scared to finally face reality and ask her for a simple dance She was perfect in every way I pictured her moving in tune with me moving to our favorite tune Flowing like natural waterfalls as we fall into an intimate embrace What a woman I would say What a lady on this day I finally got the nerve to approach her My dreams were being realized before mine own eyes When fantasy would finally meet reality Just as I went in to present my case She turns to me Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes Sweet lips accented in mahogany lip stick My lady, I would like to partake in a sweet embrace I would like to move in a sensuous mood We danced for an eternity it seemed But alas, our song ended And as I moved in for a kiss She disappeared into a fine, sweet mist Perfection is only perceived in the mind But with time we shall develop as one and your flaws become perfection to me
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
An Ode to the Lady who is not perfect
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. I never felt it was fair to perceive her as just a woman Just a being that existed beside me She was natural, with a big afro that weather couldn’t blow The way she walked, a silky sashay through the room commanding attention She was like smooth jazz played at an expensive dinner I longed to meet her But yet I was too caught up in mental fantasies Scared to finally face reality and ask her for a simple dance She was perfect in every way I pictured her moving in tune with me moving to our favorite tune Flowing like natural waterfalls as we fall into an intimate embrace What a woman I would say What a lady on this day I finally got the nerve to approach her My dreams were being realized before mine own eyes When fantasy would finally meet reality Just as I went in to present my case She turns to me Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes Sweet lips accented in mahogany lip stick My lady, I would like to partake in a sweet embrace I would like to move in a sensuous mood We danced for an eternity it seemed But alas, our song ended And as I moved in for a kiss She disappeared into a fine, sweet mist Perfection is only perceived in the mind But with time we shall develop as one and your flaws become perfection to me
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
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