$$RICH$$
12-14-2008, 04:35 PM
How i reveal in you essence
as i lavish da thoughts
when i dash inside ya mental mind
U display refreshment upon my lips
I dance in your moment of tyme
my soul is flattered & astonishing
When i embrace your idealism i fine comfort
whereas ya wisdomize view is upspring
my heart become exquisitely yours
for i found you to be a ravishly devine
it is to be melancholy and undeniable
when u romanticly romance my mind
Every time you come , you bring wealth
and raw rare jems upon me and i melt
into a cascading slumber
I so would give up the world
for the worthiness of ya touch
and to grasp your legs , so endearing
At your feet we dance radiantly free
fancy and sweet as i inhale all of you
to my knees i am
Take me , i'm at your will and love
for if caring was a crime i would be lock away
shell i be your companion or your love slave
for will you desire me , when your passion is satisfied
Forth you art da woman of morrow whom must be sought
and dreamt of in ye' eyez a sparkle of spoken love which
time does not quench this throws me into a devine ecstasy
you leave me breathless at my own exsitance.
A Dyamondluv production
Nu~wave Ink Creation & publishing
Copyright ©2008 $Rich$
as i lavish da thoughts
when i dash inside ya mental mind
U display refreshment upon my lips
I dance in your moment of tyme
my soul is flattered & astonishing
When i embrace your idealism i fine comfort
whereas ya wisdomize view is upspring
my heart become exquisitely yours
for i found you to be a ravishly devine
it is to be melancholy and undeniable
when u romanticly romance my mind
Every time you come , you bring wealth
and raw rare jems upon me and i melt
into a cascading slumber
I so would give up the world
for the worthiness of ya touch
and to grasp your legs , so endearing
At your feet we dance radiantly free
fancy and sweet as i inhale all of you
to my knees i am
Take me , i'm at your will and love
for if caring was a crime i would be lock away
shell i be your companion or your love slave
for will you desire me , when your passion is satisfied
Forth you art da woman of morrow whom must be sought
and dreamt of in ye' eyez a sparkle of spoken love which
time does not quench this throws me into a devine ecstasy
you leave me breathless at my own exsitance.
A Dyamondluv production
Nu~wave Ink Creation & publishing
Copyright ©2008 $Rich$