U

U’re beautiful, any man can c that
Looking at you when you walk by, they don’t know how to act
The glide in your step
How graceful to the eye’s
Not revealing anything
Leaving the simplest thoughts a surprise.
Your hair in the wind
Even the stars twinkle at your smile
As for men who seek the inside of you
Well… let their imagination just run wild.

Copyright ©2004 Trent Brooks
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