when i c u imma giv u a kiss luv would b proud of. feelin dis thing dats formin in2 sumtin more den a crush. try not to blush as i try not 2 lose control n rush. n we can dat lil thing called luv.
hold n wanted in a way ull kno iv missed u.
on da battle field of luv n hate i found a worthy opponent. an individual dat refuses 2 lay it down or quit. holdin her own in a time of feelin out da moment. shes knows her capabilities n doesnt have 2 control it. checkin mate when time comes down 2 all but hate bein spent. yet knows how it can get when luv is abscent. watchin wit a crisp eye so a steady finger can fold it. layin down her trump wit a stroke of her wrist as she unrolls it. upward revealin what she truly has 2offer as da looks she gives says shes tired of da shit. ready 2 step up da game as if her eyes told it. she holds da cards of her own fate n knows it. spreaedin herself thin 4 no1 who doesnt deserve it. she has a mean game face dat plays a mans mind in ways they wish they had it. shes a perfect fit n a hell of a fix.
i gotta imagination ur givin a new outlook on. rearangin my tought process. n is on goin. ur playin a wicked game wit me. hide n seek til i want nothin but thee.
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