A woman compares herself to top quality….top quality of a “Mercedes Benz”.

I know I’m a dime
Men just can’t step into my ride
Compared to cars
My body is like a Mercedes Benz
that drives smooth and will drive
a man’s soul hard and far.

I’m topped with luxury
Boy, I know you like what you see
This is the baddest bitch in the market
My mind and heart should be the main target.

I speak with class
I make a man nervous, Although he’ll never admit it
He chooses his words carefully
Trying not to offend me
But little does he know,
I’m ridiculously carefree.

The tone of my body is like
an Almond Joy Candy Bar
Soft- smooth textured
And rest assure with every glimpse
a memory of my brown skin is captured

Opening my heart is like
Opening a sunroof
From which happiness is elicited
By a smile that I just couldn’t hold in

The Energy that bursts from my exhaust pipe
Is all up to the Driver
Investing in me has
Plenty of offers. Just wait and see!

As well as my exterior,
My interior has a distinguished style
If you treat me good,
I promise to give you satisfaction
through ever driven mile

Encourage me, caress me, hug me, kiss me, talk to me, listen to me, care for me,
Respect me, learn from me and above all…pour some of yourself into me to complete me

….And for this I can hold it down for you, ride for you
And whenever you drive me in the right directions and never lead me wrong and prove
your love to me. It’s a state of the art fact that we’re a team to last forever.

So get your gears straight,
Fill up your tank,
Put me into drive
And let’s ride for a mission
with no other decisions.

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  • leon de la tribu de judah on Jul 26, 2008

    it really feels so good to see a woman compare herself to something valuable.the woman has to be a person of value.the love that boils deep within the darkest ends of my soul is for poetry,i love poetry ……….

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