You are Still my fantasy. The apple of my eye. The King to fit this Queen. Who you are match my Fly. If I could build the perfect man. He would definitely have your features and kinda look just like you. He'd carry that same baritone voice that you do. He would be kool in his Swag you can see it when he move. And serious about his life have no time to play no games. Have your attitude and move and walk like you. Have all the sweet, kind, caring, considerate, strong characteristic you do. A perfect gentlemen just like you. That's why your my fantasy... everything I always dreamed of having but never thought I could. Until I met you... You made my fantasy come true.
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Poetic08' says: Nice work Queen Jelisa |
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FantasyYou are Still my fantasy. The apple of my eye. The King to fit this Queen. Who you are match my Fly. If I could build the perfect man. He would definitely have your features and kinda look just like you. He'd carry that same baritone voice that you do. He would be kool in his Swag you can see it when he move. And serious about his life have no time to play no games. Have your attitude and move and walk like you. Have all the sweet, kind, caring, considerate, strong characteristic you do. A perfect gentlemen just like you. That's why your my fantasy... everything I always dreamed of having but never thought I could. Until I met you... You made my fantasy come true.  |
“OBSESSIVELYâ€It's been a struggle trying to live my life. Trapped in reality, fighting the good fight From the moment I meet you You'll stay the one I want Always in my dreams, Always in my thoughts Pulling at my soul and tugging at my heart Engulfing my imagination and tantalizing my inner parts At times the thought of you in my arms Sends my mind in a rage Burns a hole in my being but yet traps my heart in a cage No matter where I turn Visions of your face I clearly see Playing tricks on my mental Tutting me with love that will never be But the desire that I cling to Won't allow me to breath free It suffocates my life And utterly consumes me. |