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her

I love my woman my queen to be.    
 She pulls me out of the fire.    
  she gets the bucket when i'm sick.    
   Leans down and whispers you little bitch.    
    Laughs, pats and rubs my back      
     She good to me.    
      She down to earth, she complete me    
       Down to ride never to hide quick 1.2.3.    
        She demands respect and she owed that.    
         Take no shit from a man, holds nothing back.      
          She love's sports, games, porn and more.    
           She the freak that we all dream about.    
            Yes crazy in the bed.    
             Comes from work and she's given me head.    
              Love her to death wouldn't trade her for the world.    
     
I love that i can take her to mom's house because she real refined.    
  She wines and dines.    
   Get dressed to kill.
    O she where's the shit out of them heels.    
    Perfect woman.    
We Game,we hang.      
  we play, we fight, we fuck, we write,
Written by yourlove22
Published | Edited 26th Mar 2014
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