she was a sultry goddess
that every man wanted to possess
a work of art…she tore their hearts apart
she was a strong vivacious woman
she was super human
every time I looked at her I used to think…you woman
I remember the day she came strolling down my way
what could I say
was it fate that got us on this date
to me she began to intimate about the way
she has a man that she loves to hate
so she sipped her drink….and she began to think
about her life
about her strife….unhappy wife
she shed a tear..as I moved near
told her not to fear..she whispered in my ear
“let’s get away from here..”
the whisper in my ear filled me with cheer
it was July..wishing myself happy new year
I woke up in the middle of a big ass bed
wondering what the hell was going through my head
that night..I held her tight and it felt so right
the necking and pecking…the hissing and kissing
the loving and shoving..the dreaming and screaming
the touching and feeling…the hitting the ceiling
she came like the waters that fall off the Niagara
asked me if I had overdosed on Viagra
“oh no”, I told her..I really liked her
she broke into a smile..hadn’t smiled in a while
shining like bling all because of this fling
without a care it was a hot and steamy love affair
soon her man found out and it was total warfare
but me and her we made good use of that big ass bed
sharing facts with lots of tact
it was a beautiful act
until the day he drove a knife right through her heart
he killed her…she died on the big ass bed
he killed her…she died on the big ass bed

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