"love Spell Perfume"
Deep infatuation resides in my mind.
Silent,
can't find the words.
She is run-way model fine.
Men stand,
organized in line.
Spitting their "game"
but,
I believe I am the guy..
She focuses on me,
I'm across the room.
Jack & Coke in hand.
I can smell her "Love Spell" perfume.
Much competition looms.
Consuelo, the queen bee,
the male spirit she'll consume.
I approach,
her eyes never leave.
She has been taunting me.
Her eyes a deep green.
Coke bottle figure, voluptuous,
her blouse busting at the seams.
I am instantly in "lust"
Can she be what I need?
Jared Pickett
11/28/09
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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