I added the Milk
He added the Sugar
Like Ying and Yang
Filled with different colors
He Rubbed me down
His hands were smooth like butter
Had me in a Zone
The thought of him taking me home
Open my mind and work on my soul
I smiled at the sound of his voice
He told me to dream of him like I had a choice
I dreamt of him during the day
it was the first time I saw a Black Rose....
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