Ahmir
The voyages through lands.
That's erotic,
was my start.
Beauties when I spit exotic,
were like Pop Tarts.
Pop!
Was Dulce.
She was a Queen.
At first,
when she walked by,
I thought I was in a dream.
Motion all slow,
like an entrance on a television show.
But I took heed.
Got my mind right.
Looked up,
hit the flower shop.
Open all night.
Took a glance to catch a second look,
my head I shook.
Ohh, Wow!
Cause her Summer dress, was flowing a Canary glow.
No doubt.
So I set out, to touch her presence,
with my essence and uhh, bounce.
Got to leave that stain.
That feeling.
That thought.
Now she wants to meet me at the park.
Things that lie in the brain of Ahmir.
The truth is...
That's what I fear.
To be continued.....
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