poetry; PERFECT CREATION – Her hot laps; my cool abs; both from God’s creative lab

Angelic creation; beauty is her hash tag

Now that I’ve been dazed by the blaze of her swags

Kudos to the creator; if I were, 'hin reach to brag'

God made her hot so that I’ll be her fan

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Ebony Queen; black is beautiful

Her heart’s a home; which is ever beauty full

Beauty without B-U-T; not talking beauty fool

Belle ‘dey sweet me’ when I see her even pass when I ‘chop fufu’

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I’m sick with the boss flow ‘cos she keeps driving me crazy

Modelled perfect to the letter; not talking A to Z

God’s creation carved from bone; she’s simply amazing

I hope she’d call me Mr. Bones and laugh to my STUPID jokes

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A boo thick for boutiques without the pose of gimmicks

Fantastic and classic; beautiful to the peak

Her unique physique conjures my chemistry of lyrics

Now my source of vitality; so I call her my peak milk

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I often pray to God not to ever get dribbled

By the only one my heart calls the real boo

‘Cos if I were Adam, then she’s the rib wooed

She fits me perfectly; I call her my slim fit

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Slay queens without direction; what they follow is a free car

But this one is different; my number one in Africa

As I’m kinging in my little way, I really hope I freak her

True love is her free care; may my prior-pose win her yes

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God created her this awesome; I still ask myself “how?”

Spotless, she rocks natural freshness in an endless hour

Speechless, I’m stuck in nocturnal fantasy dawned off by awe

Hmn! Her hot laps; my cool abs; both from God’s creative lab

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Entertaining and enticing when we read the word play

But I’m talking of the bliss of having the world play

Having the world transform from a violent house to a loving home

With only words that heals the world; not the voice that stirs divorce.
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Photo Credits: Selenada (DevianArt)