She's looking for this perfect guy that only exist in heaven.
But she don't pray on him
She prey on weak men
Little that she know; the smaller the meal,
The more servings she needs
So her deeds seem like she doesn't wanna get saved
Her last dude make her resentful
Her new spirit is sinful
Yet, she looks for a guy to be forgetful
Someone who turns to the other cheek
Who don't mind when she creeps
Just praise him every now and then
All the things she thinks makes the perfect man
She won't even settle for a priest
And she far from a Nun herself

How many perfect men do you know?
None.
Or else...

I met her today.
Slow breathing, sweaty palms.
I feel so wet like it was rainy,
No it wasn't.
Am I scared?
Oh no but don't want to make a fool of myself.
That dark made it easier!.
Try to calm yourself...

she smelled like a bush of red roses,
her smile was like a star dashing through the sky.
She is soft like silk.
She had me thinking my whole future in a blink.
I want to spend my life with this beauty,
Her face, I still scramble for the right words to discribe her.
She is a goddest.
My eyes have behold a pinnacle of beauty.
Selecting my words
I hope I said nothing wrong
I HOPE I IMPRESSED HER
because I may look calm outside
But I was shaking in my mind