The One My Soul Needs

I met a queen

I was in a time of my life that I thought no one loved
I thought no one gave a damn not even God above
Sitting on a razors edge daring myself to fall off
I met a goddess and ground became solid once more
I knew from the timbre of her voice that I could want her more
I knew from the way she laughed I would want her even more
I knew from the curve that exist between upper back and
Gluteus maximus she was one that I would always strive for

I met a queen
Could any man want for more

Her brain like an encyclopedia, her fingers painted beautiful lore
Her desire so strong, I knew for her the world would not be enough
Her drive like a hemi, she strives to take the world by storm
Her body so yummy, with a side of honey, I see through her heaven’s door

I met a queen
I met a woman who made me think of nothing but her
I sit up late at night wondering what to do to bring her to my door
I look at this pixilated screen for her number to show up
I am sad not to hear her voice, happy that I may be her choice

I met a queen
Not my queen, not yet, but she is my choice

My heart met its match
My soul knows that she is the one to be adored

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