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My Creole Lady
My Creole Lady
Her skin is of golden tone
Eyes of dark brown almost black
Hair color of coal shoulder length
Face of an angel
Lips of full covered in red lipstick
Figure of a Goddess
Her voice sets my soul a fire
Her smile brightens my day
When I wake on a gloomy day just thinking of her the sun breaks through a smiles comes to my face a warm and tingle feeling rushes through my body.
When night falls an overcast think of her smile and eyes the stars light the sky and the moon beams are as soft as her touch that warm my heart through and through.
This Creole lady is the light of my life she the first thing I think of each day and the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep.
If not for this Creole Goddess my life is meaningless.
By nutbuster
Her skin is of golden tone
Eyes of dark brown almost black
Hair color of coal shoulder length
Face of an angel
Lips of full covered in red lipstick
Figure of a Goddess
Her voice sets my soul a fire
Her smile brightens my day
When I wake on a gloomy day just thinking of her the sun breaks through a smiles comes to my face a warm and tingle feeling rushes through my body.
When night falls an overcast think of her smile and eyes the stars light the sky and the moon beams are as soft as her touch that warm my heart through and through.
This Creole lady is the light of my life she the first thing I think of each day and the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep.
If not for this Creole Goddess my life is meaningless.
By nutbuster
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