Hypothetically…
hypothetical
My Head was looking down
because I was searching for the rose that grew concrete.
When my eyes came
across her ankle and her feet, at that moment I had to talk to Mr Gods about this sudden heart rate change, she is a
chinopisa (hot one) you can tell from the sweat from her heat.
My eye start rise up
legs I get to them thighs, I am not trying to objectify her but my grandfather
warned me about this finger liking succulent chocolate meat.
Those hips , her waist
that dip in her back , Mr Gods I though you didn’t do perfect ? This chocolate
queen I haven’t even gotten to her face yet and she the definition of sweet.
Mr Gods I am begging you after looking her in the eye
and seeing the beauty of her soul, please let me wake up to her face until the
day you call home, this moment is just a taste but for life time want to eat
hypothetically
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