She's an unusual chick
from my ordinary town;
cute hair, no crown,
some sexy lipstick
From above she stares me
when I hold her waist,
so close I almost taste
things I cannot see
She likes what I adore;
She's a Gryffindor's knight
with a Ravenclaw's sight
asking for more
Such a remarkable beauty
lays down in her walk,
I could kiss her feet
as an usual duty
But I still don't know her,
and that's my goal for now
already knowing how;
no need to be harder.
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