Angelic

She’s the black Megan fox,

Musically she’s the epitome of a sexy music that’s rock,

A beautiful Whopi Goldberg without dreadlocks,

She’s that girt that makes you feel like you are a graduate of school of hard knocks.

She’s never limited with words like twitter,

Sometimes it makes our conversation sweeter,

With a complexion that’s never lighter,

Trust me with her soft angelic skin you would think she’s Lupita.

Her thought gives me cold feet,

Sometimes I burn up with uncontrolled heat,

She is never ish ish on how royal her I’d treat,

All she wants is a man who wouldn’t leave her heart out cold on the street.

I don’t care about tomorrow as long as she is there,

With the warmth of her eye that glare,

Her embrace that makes us one as a pair,

Her trust in me that can only be described as a dare.

I want her that’s for real,

I want her to change my relationship status,

From single to confused and more confused,

Confused because I wouldn’t know whether to touch her as she is purely gentle,

More confused as I’d wouldn’t believe she is mine.