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Gateway

She complains of my nails
Makes me sit as she pulls out her tools of plenty
I think she is tired of my routine
She talks how I'm retired leave them empty

I don't exercise for the past its for her
Covers the scars over my body I hide so well
She pushes on my arm she wants to go out
I know what she wants by perfume smell

Oldest will babysit
Where would you like to feast.
She pets on my face I don't want to go out
I'm ready for your mind to come for peace

I nod my head but I'm confused
Not sure what I've done wrong
So I say I thought I was
She says then for who are you staying strong

Are you kidding
Have you seen the ones I hold dears
All my beautiful children
A woman whom hasn't aged in twenty years

She tries to hide the smile
I've aged badly papi
I raise my eye brow where
In my eyes there is no one that could copy

She slaps my chest
Hhhhmmm don't try to flatter
I put her hand back on my heart
You know nothing else matters

You know my issues
No one else could deal with me
I'm getting better
But it's not cause I'm strong but your mercy

Little spicy Latina
Mixed true african queen
Your body lights my every desire.
Your heart helped wash me clean

Never fool yourself how important you are
Women have the ability where souls are given
Then God didn't just give you rib but my heart
Your my gateway into heaven.
Written by LiamReeduus (LiamReedus)
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