Wamboo poet
I Call him my moon,
Koz of him, my love oozes,
Like a fresh blood, his love circulates in my veins,
In my heart and my brain I think am about to get insane!
He’s not diplomatic but he can calculate my moves,
The way he drives me crazy I’d take actions to sue,
He’s not light because as a true African lady I prefer dark,
Yes “dark dark” koz I need not his skin reflection ,his heart beams light in my life,
He’s six feet tall since I need him to step higher on our love,
He got nice beards, nice teeth,
His broad smile would make one to keep gazing,
An African man full of vibes Ooh he’s amazing,
And his outfit , I bet he got a bunch of secret admirers,
His personality makes me want to brag to my fellow sisters,
He’s a full package and this leaves me giving a big thanks to Sweet Jesus!
@Wamboo Poetry
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