Ideal Woman
I
don’t go for women with gold weaves crazy thighs,
Nor
foresee a destination so close to their eyes
Came
across one with curly hair brown eyes,
Her
walk in heels was nothing compared to her skies
Walked
in a room filled with short skirts pretty smiles,
Approached
closer and found a long dress in galaxy eyes
Stirred
for a while and lost track in her sighs
No
ask me her name, I’d tell you it’s undefined without wasting your time
You
wonder if she is human or as fake as her braids,
Please
do not get me wrong, I’m also as clueless as you are!
By:
Ts Mashile
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