Imagine (part 2)

Imagine a women, not a  girl
One that has everything going for her and more
She is tempting and wild 
Has no care for what people have to say 
This women is unique she calls to men as a moth  does to a flame,, a flame  burnt by a fire.. Her fire 
Yes her love is blind and you can see her desire.... Like Janet Jackson so proudly proclaimed.. 
 Way more then just this sex animal 
Everyone wishes she would be
But tame her you can not 


Imagine if you where able to get into her grasp

Being the one she calls her man
The one she gives her body to every single night 
Calls out your name filled with passion 
Like she's reeking come to me 
When all she's  asking for is a sip of a soda
But you fall into her sweet raspy voice and do her bidding.. 

A women that takes care of her mans every need 
She cooks good, smells good, cleans good , and she sure as fuck can give head good

She is her own women 
Needs no man 
But if she claims you, 
you will day dream of her every night 
The goddess that exudes sex.. 
But never gives Her prize to just any ole  man.. 

She knows what she has
But imagine you where riding along 
Down easy street.. With her on your arm everything would be complete 


She may be young in age, compared to some,, 
But this isn't a girl 
She is all women..