Rosy Ray
Her name might be Rose A beauty indeed, it’s like she’s on pose From head to toe she’s a perfect flow So edgy and curly, a pure wave always high and low Two perfect plums and a tiny waist One big wave for a hip, from behind two jelly rounds If caught off guard, even married men turn around Her scent always profound So fresh, makes you wonder if she came from Eden She’s like the first woman ever made Beauty, I’m talking watching sunset at the highest landscape Like sunrise, you catch a glimpse, there’s no escape She is what you call a marvel I call her Medusa since most men turn statues She’s the kind of jewel you never doubt its virtue Like in the garden, she’s the forbidden apple Take a bite, I assure you, no stop Because she’s what you take until the last drop A beautiful addictive, young stars call it dope
