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Smooth
Smooth as jazz, rhythm , or blues, The song that brings out the real truth. Smooth of me that lies within, You see, my smoothness will never end. Smooth is my faith to be, Or is my smooth the way the world made me. Smooth as the knowledge in my brain, And as my smile that drives you insain. My body, my form, my shape, and size, My features, my looks, my appeal, and eyes. Read between the lines to think of my emotions, Feelings of my love and my devotion. Hearts, butterflies, and things of love, Like smoothness of a pure white dove. Hugs, kisses, sex, and many sings of care, You can find my smoothness anywhere. Smooth is my thin silky lips, Curves in my body and hips. My real smoothness will never be told, Can you find the smoothness you uphold? |
AMAZING imagery. People are sleepin on this but its a real good read. A nice flow to it, a good topic. I like how you repeated the word smooth as much as you did. It worked in nicely. I really like this piece, nice job.
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