There's a gal on ma mind
She's rendering me blind
Ma heart and thoughts tamed
For crimes of passion framed
She's definition of perfect
An angel without defect
In plenty happiness she reflects
My little man ever forced to deflect
Soft inviting lips
Well rounded hips
Her smile worth dimes
Her clothes match like flowers in March
I may have missed on the sports gold
But on something greater i got a hold
A grip that will only get tighter
For nothing else feels righter
Oh Adebe,my object of lust
Awakening passion fargone to the dust
Flowing like magma to the crust
Consuming my being like crust
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