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Gazing At Her, Thinking...
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A poem about approaching a beautiful woman, and then f*** ing up my chances.
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I'm Contracts (To the people who've known me "MC-Contracts"), I like creating battle raps, Also like creating deeper peices as well. I'm associated with "Symphoniez", A fellow battle rapper (He's on my soundclick, Listen to the freestyle sessions). At the moment were both learning our way into the audio department and hope to advance in the future. CHECK OUT MY WEBSITE: HTTP://LOSTMONIKER.COM
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Podcasts • Poetry
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#1,575 today Peak #16
#271 in subgenre Peak #7
Author
Daniel Masri
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Daniel Masri
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June 03, 2010
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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:34
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Gazing at her, thinking, my only fears regret, and I'm reading her lips, but I'm only hearing sex, trying to make a steady approach, but stumble with thoughts, and now my words only meet a crumbling plot, I try to arrange the pieces, and give her the best ones, envisioning sex and gripping her breasts... “how’s your drink? Let me get you the next one” I see her warm glow as she says, “You’re so sweet” But the only flavour I tasted left me with cold feet, Cause now I feel, I shoulda taken a different approach, but approached by my thoughts, full of typical quotes, And really... I fantasized that she'd say, "give me sex and love" but her voice only reflecting the ciggerette 's she puffed, Raspy and cold, but still her voice captures my soul, Entrapped to her bold, eyes, grabbing me slow, I try to challenge her gaze, but bound to lose this fight, Nervousness mutters out something, like, “how are you tonight?” Hand’s shaking, she responds, “sorry, I have to go...” I’m cracking slow, lost to the pieces I thought would capture souls, So, f*** living in hell, some are calling it love, I was breathing her air, and now I’m swallowing lust, Oh wait... There’s another chick, I like her breasts, her puffy lips, “Excuse me misses...” and now I’m on another b*** ... hahaha...
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