How Do You Love
Is I may display how I feel don’t think reality would say its something they could feel like foreal why not with its definition she was that coca butter brown skin type but lips built with enough grace to disrupt ur windpipe the opposite on the norm but when graced with its soft embrace ur harts warm with brown eyes that no amount of lies penetrate the type of eyes you would try countless time to imitate but only her heart can penetrate ur heart in this way the type that’s says how was ur day instaed of what you do today as is already accusing you of not being enough to talk about the same women ud be lost without she has that petite shape but enough curve to make you look strait at her not in hope of denouement but where you derive empowerment she is that African queen of the Nile not a sexual vermin vile to be wasted life juice after you gotten what you need and now waste it cant understand why u even taske it when a brother no matter the skin color longs for her to appear then give his life a facelift I mean face it she held queen wile u defile her for yourself esteem when is ur dream of love real enough to respect instead you put to much love in a 2 daller girl and get mad when the misshapes her dad made is the blueprints to how ur love respected but by no means do I need all queen without fathers feel disrespected merely the one that let what he had never done break you because my queen you can only make you I nor the lie or any man could nor should so she looks me in my eyes past all my lies and say how do you love
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