The groove he had cannot be explained
The smile he portrayed could not be discussed
Out of everyone in the room yes he was the one
In topics of conversation he lead them without fear
He had a style like super smooth
Too smooth to touch, come close too
My body gravity pulled over to you
All you could do was grin
And all i could do was melt into myself
You knew what it did to me and maybe it was only me who was desperate
But i clung to your bait, as i just dangled on it as you swang
Closed eyes and visions
Vivid ones, you were smooth
Super smooth
Too smooth
And you knew what you did to me
Your lips and eyes just bait
And here i was ready to cling on to it
Too smooth, super smooth, you eased
I came with your super smooth, too smooth
And you knew what you do to me
About the Creator
Bethany Ramos
I am a women with a desire to write. I am scared to tell you who i am with my voice. But writing it always helps me look powerful.
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You earned a new fan; truly appreciate your style. ROCK