sexydeltagirl
09-18-07, 10:51 AM
He's such a slickster and a charmer....
Smile bright enough to get melt armour...
He's so, so enchanting...
Straight out a fairytale...
But without the horse and carriage or the sword...
How ironically he doesn't even own a car...
So his footprints are imprinted on my daydreams...
He wooing this poor child with erotic banter....
Standing on his doorstep asking for his "halloween candy"...
Yet I have on no costume...
I'm plained clothed, he says he likes me that way....
So he can see the great creation that GOD made....
It's always the pretty ones with the bright eyes and full lips...
That, that scare me...
That make me fall so helplessly into a pretend universe...
Where they want me as much as I want them...
Forsaking all others, not like marriage we just enjoy the honeymoon...
But it's not that way he doesn't belong to me...
He's a brotha of enchantment following the eyes of lust wherever they lead him...
And on that warm June evening they lead him to me...
But I've been through this ride before...
I've gotten the motion sickness and vomited regret....
So from afar I will admire this brotha of the enchantment...
For I know to get on his ride will be the death of me....
Smile bright enough to get melt armour...
He's so, so enchanting...
Straight out a fairytale...
But without the horse and carriage or the sword...
How ironically he doesn't even own a car...
So his footprints are imprinted on my daydreams...
He wooing this poor child with erotic banter....
Standing on his doorstep asking for his "halloween candy"...
Yet I have on no costume...
I'm plained clothed, he says he likes me that way....
So he can see the great creation that GOD made....
It's always the pretty ones with the bright eyes and full lips...
That, that scare me...
That make me fall so helplessly into a pretend universe...
Where they want me as much as I want them...
Forsaking all others, not like marriage we just enjoy the honeymoon...
But it's not that way he doesn't belong to me...
He's a brotha of enchantment following the eyes of lust wherever they lead him...
And on that warm June evening they lead him to me...
But I've been through this ride before...
I've gotten the motion sickness and vomited regret....
So from afar I will admire this brotha of the enchantment...
For I know to get on his ride will be the death of me....