A really good friend of mine wrote a poem to me once. I think I already posted it in this blog before but Im gonna post it again. If u wanna read his other poems you can find them here in the little scroll window! My poem isnt there yet so Im posting it here below.. I love it hope u do too..
To My Surprise
From first sight you're thinking 'time to get in her panties'
"Wuzzup gurl? Let's get to know each other like sex vigilantes."
She put the designers out of business with the scent of her aroma,
disgraces the pants she wears cause that ass'll put you in a coma.
Her outter appearance is overwhelming, like the peak of extasy highs,
Definately make you breathless when u look at those marvelous thighs.
Can't help but wonder what it would be like to penetrate her vagina,
Whuddya say gurl? can i come up and alienate it from behind ya?
Make you scream so loud they hear the noise all the way in china?
make you cumm so hard that it floods in Southern Carolina?
When you run your game and u tell her only what you think she wanna hear,
Don't be a lame, she too smart to fall for your bullshit that isnt cincere.
Seem's like there's a bit more to this one than just mere appearance,
you'll involuntarily cling to her words like a church mass adherence.
She's got the type of body that would shadow the beauty of a goddess,
A perfection beyond blasphemy, as if she were godless.
A drop of her soul exlusively more potent than the fountain of youth,
journey her eyes conclusively and behold the mountain of truth.
I wonder if when the day is over and the darkness replaces the sun,
if the moon paused for an instant before the night had begun?
Cause i bet if the moon had a pair of eyes and given a second sight,
he would close them just knowing she rivaled his beauty that night.
Only to think, that's only the outside appearance of a marvelous creature,
let me ponder over the intracasies of what her insides may feature.
Constantly changing like the ocean current and patterns of the world's weather,
such a delicate daisy that runs concurrent with the white on an angel's wing's feather.
Just like a lillypad floats on the water collecting the morning dew,
She does the same, staying afloat, making every morning anew.
If you Wanna get close, you better be careful.
Her heart's not one to toy with, that'd be dareful.
And if you dare to manipulate her heart and choose to betray?
may you wither and die like a flower that withered away.
Delicate and caring, loyal and loving, is the best way to describe her.
Faithful and daring, royal and beloving's the best way to inscribe her,
When you're locked in chains and it seems like theres noone there to derive you,
Out of the shadow comes a sparkle of light completely ready to survive you.
Judging by the delicate nature of her actions she left encased in my mind,
she wont mean to grab ahold of your soul, but now unable to leave her behind.
In the event that life was so perfect like the life of Winne The Pooh,
there would be plenty of honey, a rabbit a pig, and definately YOU.
~Scott
To My Surprise
From first sight you're thinking 'time to get in her panties'
"Wuzzup gurl? Let's get to know each other like sex vigilantes."
She put the designers out of business with the scent of her aroma,
disgraces the pants she wears cause that ass'll put you in a coma.
Her outter appearance is overwhelming, like the peak of extasy highs,
Definately make you breathless when u look at those marvelous thighs.
Can't help but wonder what it would be like to penetrate her vagina,
Whuddya say gurl? can i come up and alienate it from behind ya?
Make you scream so loud they hear the noise all the way in china?
make you cumm so hard that it floods in Southern Carolina?
When you run your game and u tell her only what you think she wanna hear,
Don't be a lame, she too smart to fall for your bullshit that isnt cincere.
Seem's like there's a bit more to this one than just mere appearance,
you'll involuntarily cling to her words like a church mass adherence.
She's got the type of body that would shadow the beauty of a goddess,
A perfection beyond blasphemy, as if she were godless.
A drop of her soul exlusively more potent than the fountain of youth,
journey her eyes conclusively and behold the mountain of truth.
I wonder if when the day is over and the darkness replaces the sun,
if the moon paused for an instant before the night had begun?
Cause i bet if the moon had a pair of eyes and given a second sight,
he would close them just knowing she rivaled his beauty that night.
Only to think, that's only the outside appearance of a marvelous creature,
let me ponder over the intracasies of what her insides may feature.
Constantly changing like the ocean current and patterns of the world's weather,
such a delicate daisy that runs concurrent with the white on an angel's wing's feather.
Just like a lillypad floats on the water collecting the morning dew,
She does the same, staying afloat, making every morning anew.
If you Wanna get close, you better be careful.
Her heart's not one to toy with, that'd be dareful.
And if you dare to manipulate her heart and choose to betray?
may you wither and die like a flower that withered away.
Delicate and caring, loyal and loving, is the best way to describe her.
Faithful and daring, royal and beloving's the best way to inscribe her,
When you're locked in chains and it seems like theres noone there to derive you,
Out of the shadow comes a sparkle of light completely ready to survive you.
Judging by the delicate nature of her actions she left encased in my mind,
she wont mean to grab ahold of your soul, but now unable to leave her behind.
In the event that life was so perfect like the life of Winne The Pooh,
there would be plenty of honey, a rabbit a pig, and definately YOU.
~Scott
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