THIS IS WHAT IT’S LIKE

this is how
you remind me
every day i wake up,
to keep it dreamin,
in a can’t hide it anymore,
n kickin the doors out,
from too long, overdrawn, been so damn long
in how i loved ya far n beyond.
i can’t cut this feelin
of how ya get to me,
cause i’ve been hangin
in 18th century romanticisms
screamin your name
in strong emotions
n stressin ya are my gateway
in your exotic dances,
n leavin jukebox rhythms
comin across these eyes
with your rhapsodies
of sensual movements.

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