I have been told
I have bedroom eyes, and when shaved, my cut is clean
I was told that my walk is with a stride, as if I am
listening to a beat
Discrete with my business, its not all in the street
Low toned voice but, Forceful when I speak
I laugh with my heart, my smile is my peak
I know how to hang a suit, though slightly arrogant I can be
Totally misunderstood, but that is what makes me, me
My heart is huge, I give a lot, especially when I am being a
freak
Through my poetry, I speak from my heart, I utter my speech
I have been told
I have a beautiful mind because I am so simple
On the left side of my cheek, is this big, deep dimple
When I am on freak mode, my persona can make you tingle
From my fingertips, grazing down your back, I have been
known to make you tinkle
Just a little
I can be a bit of a jokester, and can make you giggle,
Dance and give me a wiggle,
Oops my bad, I was chewing, pardon the spittle.
I don’t do the cliques, thus don’t much mingle
And,
I have been told, my sexiness has a lot to do
With me being Christian.
“xpressurself”
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