Joi is the word, created by God, to be heard,
To describe the perfect ingredients, that God stirred
Together To Get Her perfected, before he could stop
Perfecting her; Top to bottom and bottom to top.
The object of desire, 'cuz her body is the fire
That makes the sun jealous and want to retire.
Required to be nothing more than what she is,
Which is what she is, 'cuz she is meant to be bliss.
Miss Perfect Ten or Miss Perfect Eleven,
With legs looking like the stairway to heaven.
She would make you want to take the stress off her chest,
And confess to wanting to take the rest off her chest.
But, her best quality is possibly between her ears!
The prettiest amongst her peers...the prettiest for years.
Full lips, with pretty teeth, that make a pretty smile.
I would walk a mile to get next to her, and her unique style.