BLACK APPLE Source_@ 2020Photography Your body type, Falls in line With your heavenly vibes, And seducing styles Your risky rides, Deafens my cries It comes as a pleasant rhyme, Sweeping me away like the ocean tides I am alive, Because of your dead lines I have arrived, At your landmines Nobody has survived, Your breath-taking eyes That’s why I confide, In what lies between your thighs Your sparkling black hair, Seems to absorb every light Your glittering sight, Paralyzes me in a wheelchair You look ravishing ever, As the stars in the skies You are a bad weather, To any incoming flight Your nine wonders, Conquers Just y our four corners, and my staff concurs Your rare fruit, I can’t refuse Your set dues, I pay without any excuse Your innovations, Call for a standing ovation They are way beyond my imagination, A spellbinding situation Black apple, You sparkle You have us shackled, In your dreaded jungle.
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