She walk slow like she knows the spell, Curves talking louder than a church bell. Hair falling down like midnight rain, Every step tightens something in my brain. Lips so red, eyes so deep, She don’t speak — still I hear her speak. Body carved like ancient art, Every line aiming straight at my heart. She don’t pose, she commands the room, Perfume thick like a rising moon. Silk on skin, venom smile Move that body, make me wild Slow temptation, pure design I don’t chase — she cross my mind Dress hugging truth, no lies inside, Fabric dancing when she slide. Neck to waist, I trace the view, Every angle telling me what to do. From her eyes to the shape of her feet, Every inch got its own heartbeat. Not a dream, not a fantasy, She knows exactly what she does to me. Silk on skin, venom smile Move that body, make me wild Slow temptation, pure design I don’t chase — she cross my mind
