7Seven : Days of the week

Thick dark beautific mamacita, you seem to emanate my scorched chocolate world Your word play, in humour and girlish terror illuminates my dreams at day Your telepathic soul, an intuitive soul to read my every unwritten thoughts, i most say Pessimism to optimism, your words shine as a beacon to my thoughts in darkness You brighten every word war moments, sweet Melanie goddess My love has grown Kilimanjaro tall in just seven days You now command my heart, which will be loved so long Like Michael Jackson's hit song (the way you make me feel)