ENCHANTED...by talile ali
WHEN YOUR HEAD STARTS RUNNIN ROUND
THINKING BOUT A LOVE ITS FOUND
HOPIN TO FINALLY GET DOWN
ON WHO?
WHEN EVERY MUSCLES RIPPIN WELL
ENCHANTED BY THE TOUCH AND SMELL
OF NAKED, MOIST, DELECTABLE
RETIRING YOU
FEELIN' JUST LIKE THE BARD
HOPING DOIN YOU'S IN THE CARDS
LETTING YOU DINE ON ME TILL I'M BLUE
WORKING AND EXERTING WELL
DOWN RIGHT CONVERTING THIS HELL
GIVING ME WHAT I NEVER HAD THAT IS TRUE
CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL
YOU CAN'T BUY THIS KIND OF THRILL
AS LONG AS I'M DOING YOU, I'M NO FOOL
poem by Talile Ali
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