Mona Lisa

Feel the shape now Story on her lips No real mistakes Wow Shadow on the bricks Hear the shape now Echos in the mix See the shape now Mona Lisa's tits Felt what she gives I Touch The fire deep inside Sees right through me I Feel She’s reading my mind Says what she means I Watch The tears she can’t cry Speaks right to me I Think She’s blowing my mind Feels what she wants I Hear Passion so refined Touched how she wants I Read Up and down her spine Thinks what she wants I Know She feels so inclined Feels what’s unseen I Taste The girl in her prime Feel the shape now Story on her lips No real mistakes Wow Shadow on the bricks Hear the shape now Echos in the mix See the shape now Mona Lisa's tits She’s blended with division See transitions in her wisdom Perfection in position All her senses so intensive Seamless Strokes suspended In the lies she hasn’t mentioned Contemplating thoughts All attention to dimension Completed with intentions But said she’s unfinished Most admire Some invent Stoke the fire Her accent Her Desire One event Amplifier Sings the choir Thoughts get cleansed Near her skin Soak it in Stroked till end Broke then bend Provoke the trend To offend Evoke the wind Soak then blend Feel the shape now Story on her lips No real mistakes Wow Shadow on the bricks Hear the shape now Echos in the mix See the shape now Mona Lisa's tits Felt what she gives I Touch The fire deep inside Sees right through me I Feel She’s reading my mind Says what she means I Watch The tears she can’t cry Speaks right to me I Think She’s blowing my mind Feels what she wants I Hear Passion so refined Touched how she wants I Read Up and down her spine Thinks what she wants I Know She feels so inclined Feels what’s unseen I Taste The girl in her prime Feel the shape now Story on her lips No real mistakes Wow Shadow on the bricks Hear the shape now Echos in the mix See the shape now Mona Lisa's tits Magenta in the center Saturated when I enter Thick brush up in the mixture Pictured in a golden fixture Pretending she’s 100% Conundrum of five penumbras Yonder blue and 12 colors Never fonder Felt like lovers Perfect circles are hard She’s perked and pink Then drawn and inked Twicer than nice Graced by shade Cherry rose ice Very sage Looks fairly beige Piece defined By metric space Tinted misprint Strange folds What’s to hold Perfection Centerfold Emotion Shadows make tones It’s so bizarre