Title: "Pouted Smiles & Holy Curves: A Love Jam from Heaven"
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[Spoken Word Script: “Pouted Smiles & Holy Curves”]
(Intro – slow, deep tone)
Yo…
This right here ain’t just a poem.
It’s a testimony. A love letter dipped in anointing oil and fine wine.
Let me talk to you, baby girl…
(Verse 1 – smooth and soulful)
Your pouted smile?
That’s a silent song that shut my loudest thoughts down.
You walked in, and my jaw didn’t just drop—it hit the floor and prayed.
Could you jam these lips with yours, girl?
Coz I swear, beauty like yours deserves a holy selah.
God must’ve taken extra time…
Saturday’s finest craft,
So fine He needed Sunday just to chill and admire His own work.
(Verse 2 – a playful bounce)
The way my Muse dey Sing You?
I no go lie—na you I wan Use to cancel single life.
You too hot, too crispy—like Pringles,
My love dey Ping You non-stop.
Your laughter?
That soft Tinkle cause a spiritual Tingle,
And my mind? Forever Think You.
Girl, our Jingle Bell go Mingle Well,
From a gentle Tango to divine Tangle.
(Verse 3 – churchy and flirtatious)
You the FIGURE in transFIGURation,
Top rank in my book of NUMBERS.
From Genesis to Nahum,
You're the only verse I want to memorize forever.
Your walk? A Revelation.
A clap offering every step you take.
And me?
I’m just tryna baptize in your grace,
Show you fifty shades of holy romance.
(Verse 4 – fast-paced and witty)
I fell like a Meteor, girl—
That’s the Metaphor I Met Her For.
You the Ice Cream I scream for,
Melt in my soul like heaven’s cream.
You the only Gal I Sea in the Sea of Galilee.
Fresh like Manna, daily delivered.
Me? Jesus-trained fisherman,
And you? My biggest catch—I no go Beef You,
I dey thank God say I Meet You.
(Final Verse – powerful and emotional)
Others may be Mary, Martha,
But na Marry You dey matter.
This wait? Getting Madder,
Your Weight heavy on my heart like love Matter.
I ready roll My Tyres,
No brakes—just fire.
This no be Flatter or Flat Tyre—
We dey Fly TIRE straight into destiny.
(Outro – slow, romantic tone)
So baby girl…
From Scripture to kiss,
From altar to afterglow,
You're my purpose and my poem.
The rhythm in my ribs.
The hallelujah in my heartbeat.
And I ain't stopping until you say... "I do."
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