Can't control the desire
that I want to kiss her.
Can't control the desire
that I want to touch her.
Can't control the desire
that I want
to make love to her.
Into my ear I hear
her sweet and sexy voice speak.
My blood starts racing and
my heart gets weak.
She's a beauty
and beautiful things don't last.
Before they become the future,
they become the past.
Gracefully, she walks in darkness
and light , such a sight to see.
Her whole being
is a masterpiece of beauty.
Aint got a minute to waste.
Her beauty and sexiness
I want to taste.
Music of her being, no musician
would ever be able to compose.
Her nakedness,
No photograph would ever
try to expose.
She's a beauty
and beautiful things don't last.
Before they become the future,
they become the past.
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