The African She

Cant get my eyes off the dark glossy skin,

Couldn’t resist the urge to earn her heart’s win,

My mouth is allergic to lies,

So does my heart a truth devise,

So take my compliments,

As you enjoy the comments,

If i could start from your head to your toes,

Am sure to take the path through your dainty nose,

I wouldn’t resist talking about the eyes,

The cute stunning ones wth a proof from cries,

Or shuld i talk about the Cherry lips,

And fail to mention the smiles,

No, even if i complement the hips,

I wouldn’t forget the beauty on your thighs,

Am not the kind to forget your midnight black hair,

Cause if i do i wouldn’t be fair,

Oooh you are beautiful,

Wth an outlook soo cheerfully

Oooh the African she,

You deserve the crown of beauty,

Your pot-like bottom,

Covered by that cute white cotton,

When you walk,

You tempt the eyes of men to stalk,

Oooh the African She….

©noel the poet 2016