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