She's Like...

She's like beautiful....nice pretty smile.... She's like a dream....I'll sleep for a while.... She's worth a milion....product of God's work.... She's like everything....everything she's worth.... I sit in my room and picture this fine black....no caramel....no puerto rican....no venezualian female walking about and around my home like she bought it, HA! Her eyes green maybe hazel, doesn't matter, because everytime I look at her our lips touch, hands interlock, and bodies intertwine like vines on a tree. She's like the best cook, fried chicken, sweet cream corn, candy yams, and the sweetest red koolade even the hardest ghetto would love. She's like a piece to my missing puzzle she's like something I'd love over and over again until again is over. She's like....beautiful.... She's like....sexy.... She's like....untouchable.... She's like....the best thing.... She's like everything I think about when I'm not thinking about thinking about anything. She's like what matters most when nothing matters at all. There's "I Love You's" when she's mad and "F--- You's" when she's happy. Plus she knows I don't like dealing with the drama, but her attitude is automatic, she get it from her mamma. She's like....my support.... She's like....my Queen.... She's like....my motivation.... She's like....my dream....