I remember her flowing locs
Her tbj was "Forget Me Nots"
And, she loved to be in the open air
Under the moon and stars
her soul she'd bare
Her voice, her touch
her skin, her hips
The way she kissed
me with her full lips
Haunts my dreams
and makes me yearn
for the one and only
and her return
T
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