HONEST REVIEW 🌟
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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