HONEST REVIEW 🌟

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I don’t need to play chess

To notice you as my queen

I don’t need to take pictures

To capture you on my screen

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Men have offered many prayers

To have you as their twin

But who needs papers?

When the grasses on your sides are evergreen

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See, I am a son of a seaman –

So when I see you I am like see man

You make a man with no plans get wet dreams

Heads up to the head you give which affects me

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I have tried seeking favours

To save myself from your scenes

Yet I end up saying cheers,

To another toast of your deadly sins

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Each day I see you shed layers

Of your rich skin

and I wish you'd know the mayhem

It causes me

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Watch me get caught in the headlights

Anytime your body goes on a test drive

Love is blind not to see how brilliantly

You blindfold me – honestly!

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Not a man with specs,

But your features leave me with no choice

That you even alternate my voice –

Every time your hands get on deck

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I know for sure that the opposite sex

Would love to clone and have you as part of their toys

Acting in accord to your name, I rejoice

At how your artwork gets me perplexed

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My voice gets lost anytime I meet you

Someone send the Calvary to my rescue

Bibia ator me ni su, it might be Apollo

Feels like I'm moonwalking in slow-mo

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Your body is a mystery,

That gives a je ne sequoia kind of vibe

Lures me to your cottage with artistry

And a mortgage, I can't pay off with bribe

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Do I need to take x-ray tests?

To find out if you are within

Naa, I got beat makers

Telling me my heart beats with your rhythm

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Skin akin to an Alaska brown bear

Who wouldn't bear?

Watching your Aurora up there

That's my dear

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You heard I string lines for girls with melanin

So you came rushing onto me as an adrenaline

See your landscape calling for my writer's block

Yutong buses can't even drive my thoughts

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Never been star-struck by such a heavenly body

Who are you? God's photocopy?

Why does my world revolve around you?

Why eclipse me with your ground rules

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Your actions are a love language

Having me speaking Spanish

Father, I am a child born without courage

Yet see me confessing before her parish

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Best I say less,

For you fashion statement is Supreme

Jesus and Casillas might be saviours

But you are an angel save the wings.

BeYunus 🐳 

AUGUST 2024•°•

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