I become a
chariot..what leaves the evening
breeze2 invite..hold what is free..
where my drama speaks..
only the beginning of what greets..
a tangling web of intrige..
where I give emotional
bliss..ur arms makes it's way all
through hearts pumpin..kneels shaking..
tenticles are extremely blatant..
I rip the floor up..dress my contoure UP..
erupt..dance my shoes off..
get completely in the buff..knowing it's
my show I control..the body motion..
electrical..where chemistry meets it' crowd
laced in tonic & a twist of
LONG ISLAND ICE..the potion liquor..
the rage in thundar..the close Tribeca..
NEW YORK CITY..where I rumble..
shake my booty..lose my identity
what serves my guest..the mass appeal..
get w/the program..where cold brew..chicken
fingers & a salad bar..calling itself..
HELP ur self 2 it's house party..
where there's no pain of existence..
so whatcomes to dinner..
blends in caliber..2 raise a riot of him..
the storm 2 perform..Larger than Life..meets of..
skin sensation..grabbing ..2 rub her sexual..
the beat is thumpin..
the body humping..where ur souls meet..
grinding..the thickness is obvious..fits the criteria..
in proportion..grips..slipped right in2 u..
the close encounters of a dance ..made to offer romance..
an element of season met..while I pretend 2
be a symphony in motion..at
ROSELAND BALLROOM..
what's beneath areas..touching him..the master of
ceremonies & I..his melody..
what hurts me right in position...THE title of love..
Rhapsody in the rain...POET..in PASSION
knows no direction 2 LOVE..
where victims fall short on there way..to a dance..
in sequel 2..let's get it on..waiting..where my fantasy
still continues..so I dream..where are u!!!!!!...
Create..Sheila..soulja..PEACE
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