Concert Angel
As Light plays in her hair her face is positively gleaming as her earrings dangle and stay atop her ear the bracelets move as she raises her arms her nose stud reflects the light from the sun the doorag tied behind her bangs as those jeans cling to her thighs and her shirt hangs funny feet covered by her jeans necklace in the air as she screams and jumps with the music she stops to pull back her hair and scream the barbell dangles from her tongue she smiles at me, winks, flicks me off God how i love that girl Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 09:23 AM PST, Bob 18 • 0 • 10
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"As Light plays in her hair..."