who wears a cowrie shell on her locks,
She whom eyes sparkle in the morning sun,
She whom sky clears at her smile,
She whom is calm and tranquil as lake Ellis.
  Her walk like a brazen gazelle,
Her statute an inspiration to sculptors,
Her voice an invite for collabos.
Looking deeper into her brown eyes,
You acknowledge the fire beneath the surface,
A feverent lover, clothed in attire of a fairly.
She appears meek and calm, but one taste of her you become an addict,
She is a sweet poison, an   angel with a Midas touch,
She will leave you thirsting for more,
Coz her love so sweet, you cant get enough