(IMAGE-NATION)
Right here with my pen
I see her,
As she enters to this
travelling mind.
Unstoppable train of love,
Too tight in my mind as a
surgery glove.
As I put my brush I see her,
As she comes near.
Thick thighs,
With umbrella curves.
Who do I see?
As I put my brush I see her,
As she comes near.
A small belly with small boobs,
As she wore size 4 shoes.
Not even a slap on my cheek,
I wouldn't mind being a king.
Who do I see?
As I put my brush I see her,
As she comes near.
Dark skin,
With those big eyes.
You're my queen as I hand a crown,
With this brush as I paint still I bow.
Who do I see?
The diamond shining brightly.
As I put my brush I see her,
As she comes near.
Fashion expect,
Head wearing dreads.
Covered by blanket of care.
Snail walking in her breath.
As it lives a mark in my soul,
Who do I see?
She's not a make up type,
Natural woman with pride.
Thick lips like bible pages,
As I preach this last verse in this
image.
She is very near.
Covered by her storm,
Weather forecast controller.
Who do I see.?
As I put my brush I see her,
As she comes near.
And I really see this image,
As my mind invent.
DaSoulstriker
#TheRessurection
05-03-16
