Shaniel
Her's be it then a special name
You read on the vogue magazine
She carries the figure of a model
She is pretty and light nice clad
I complement her you look pretty
And my cheri punches me lightly
Luis you a constant flirt.. are you?
She challenges but mine eyes on her lips
I can in mind imagine how she will be
This is the one that has me toss in bed
As slumber is lost and in sleep deprivation
I toss think fantasize muse tally and wait
She a rare kind of beauty an aura charmed
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