Woman of My Dreams Part 1
She is the perfect balance of power and intelligence,
Able to battle opinions with an intellectual vengeance.
Her mind is dangerous when she uses it as a weapon
To see through the lies and strike down deception.
Swag unlimited, her elegant beauty is simply infinite;
Treats her thoughts like Mortal Kombat; she knows how to finish it.
Every sentence she produces has a musical tone to it,
And she never lets horrors harm her; she pulls right through it
With strength that makes Samson want longer dreadlocks.
A murderer of idiocy; puts ignorance in the deathbox.
And you can try to smash, but her pants you can't get past.
Not as easy as you think-harder than Albert Einstein's math.
Confidence to the roof-it comes with her swag
And you gotta keep up because she won't settle for lag.
But she'll sit back and laugh if you have to fall back,
You simply can't get mad because this is brutal fact.
So if you want to act, and it's her that you attack,
She can hit you with a left hook followed by a smack.
I don't just mean physical; she is never miserable.
The vision she envisions is oh so very visible.
She can be funny but has a side that is serious-
She'll tell you if you're cool or if you're downright delirious.
Always inspired by those that are inspirational
And able to party but those times are only occasional.
This woman can be YOUR nightmare-or so it seems,
But this woman is the one that is the subject of my dreams.