Swagger
His swagger is like one I have never seen
Making my head follow him, wondering “where have you been”
Sexy, smooth, the whole disposition
Carmel skin, with a hint of cinnamon
Cornrows perfectly lined that makes his swagger even more appealing
The half smile that he gives me throws off “what’s up” and I sure do like it
But yet his calmness, his humbleness, the words that he speaks makes my curiosity yearn for more
He stimulates my mind in ways I thought it could never be
So I stare, and gently rub my lips with the tips of my fingers
Waiting anxiously for tomorrow just to hear his voice again
Swagger
Making my head follow him, wondering “where have you been”
Sexy, smooth, the whole disposition
Carmel skin, with a hint of cinnamon
Cornrows perfectly lined that makes his swagger even more appealing
The half smile that he gives me throws off “what’s up” and I sure do like it
But yet his calmness, his humbleness, the words that he speaks makes my curiosity yearn for more
He stimulates my mind in ways I thought it could never be
So I stare, and gently rub my lips with the tips of my fingers
Waiting anxiously for tomorrow just to hear his voice again
Swagger
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