Queen of the west, Wasp like waist. Ain’t up for perfection but the real feminine nudge
Being a toddler staggering through the footprints of love, she won’t leave me on my grips. I just got her adorable smile engraved onto my brain. The real royal looks that ginger my soul.
Falling hurt, Heart(s) and head over heels for the bobby dazzler. Benevolently vowing to love thy woman.
This chemistry won’t let me think twice, body language is too fine.
Get close, I mean closer. Eyes like pearls, glittery like gems. Fine skin, slim N’ slender. Call her boo, Bae.
Thee heart, beat, a lifeline. Queen of the ring.
A $1 dollar tip means life to me. Thank you for funding my dreams.
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Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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