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old rap love beat
sun was close. so close to me
close & hot. hot like fire
warm on my face. warm on my body
me on a bench. where the bus stop
then woman come along. woman so big
with strong arms to hold me
hold me close when im tired
closer when i hurt
bosom so big. soft like pillows
the smell on her neck
on her bosom
sweet like flowers. flowers that breathe
& blow on me, their sweet breath.
woman, her dont want nothin
dont want money. dont want my soul
her, like the sun. warm on me
warm all around me
so i think love must be that
must be some kinda fire
(Artist: Bobby Rodriquez)
Published 20th Jan 2015
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21st Jan 2015 00:25am
Wow A little Jamaican or islander in your ink?
I love it!!!! You never cease to amaze me John!
I love it!!!! You never cease to amaze me John!
21st Jan 2015 00:32am
John a beautiful rap I can smell her fragrant soft breasts from this delicious ink :) with love Crim
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21st Jan 2015 00:38am
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21st Jan 2015 1:16am
21st Jan 2015 1:22am
You've got rhythm, and so does she. When they're in sync it's a beautiful thing. Just like this poem.
21st Jan 2015 3:11am
21st Jan 2015 8:04am
Aww...u got that perfect..the rhythm n love, tapping to the music.that kinda fire, the sun, the love...the enigma seems deconstructed somwwht:) btfl JF
21st Jan 2015 12:32pm
22nd Jan 2015 10:41pm
23rd Jan 2015 8:16pm
Love the art. There's something so intriguing about a woman that smokes cigars -- that empowered air they have about them. This is definitely different for you. It's nice to spread your feathers out some, uh? Creativity has no boundaries. :) <3
