she has a classy skin thats brown,
in her thoughts am drowned,
with the hips that are round,
if she has a man he should b proud.
Her heart thats warm,
she chooses not with where you are from,
bt with what she is drawn,
with this poem shes drawn.
With her long black hair,
you would say shes fair,
a princess to pair,
i can only imagine when she is bare.
When il ask her out,
in a whispers shout,
hope she wil have no doubt,
coz i may be the man shes been dreaming about.
So my brown lady,
when are you ready,
to go steady,
with this charming poet thats friendly.
;-)
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