After

The morning after,
She lies on my bed like pasta,
Calmly I play with her rasta,
Shes my mistress am her master.

Last night was something else,
It was like ni kama movie ni kama ndrama,
Everything was just perfect,
Id love to have this daily and I do.

This morning I made breakfast,
I guess this tym round its gon last,
Keeping her is a must,
They mostly come and go fast.

She is a jinni in a bottle,
My price av won a lotto,
My every day dream ndoto,
My warmth joto.

she kisses like the morning dew,
she talks like a singing bird,
she hugs like money maker on a rod,
shes my all that’s gold.