Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices)

☆Poem by Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae himself

• O botse Shame O swana le Benz  •

in Front, of My eyes She is Like a Mercedes-Benz, so Beautiful you can see God Took his Time, before she was Born, She found me all alone, Now her number is stored in My Nokia Phone,

So Good Looking that you could Bet, She is an Angel, She turns me on From Every Angle, She makes it hard and prevent it to Dangle, and I wish I could wear hers like a Bangle,

On Top' Of Her League. She is... .. .  

my Mind. When I Look at her, is What, She Please, her Looks tease, a Woman Healthy Like Green Trees, at first sight She gave me Brain Freeze, at Night Like a Knight I was on my Knees, already Forgot about my Fees, Praying to God to "Please" Undress her and Give me a Chance to Please...  [her]  

Black Like a Butterfly from the Mountains, Making my saliva flow like the Fountains, because I have a solid wish to Make her Mine, Make the Years Nine, Because her Response was a Sign, That she is ready to submit it all to me, Give it all to me, and Bare it all to me,

Dineo Phomolo Seshohli gal O botse Shame O swana le Benz. She act Like she knows she was meant for me, Like she was sent for me, She is a Perfect Match, I Thought to Get her was Going to be a Difficult Match, Seems like she had NO time to let me pass, Till I Pass away from Stress in the Streets of Love, she set me free exactly like a dove, Like she was sent to me by the one above,

I am in Love, Dived in naked Like I am from Hell, with a wish to give her a TJ, That is a Tongue Job, till she Drips, and Overflow with all the right juices for that moment,

She is one of my kind, Now as I write this, She is stuck at the back of my Mind, The time has went, when we meet, I wish, I can rewind, because that is the day I felt different, From feeling transparent, to feeling solid, hard, handsome and spoiled,

If she is the devil my soul is sold till we die or grow old, our Love will still be bold, while walking hand in hand in the peaceful road,

I want to have her in a Good way. O botse Shame O swana le Benz.

Dedication: Phomolo Seshohli

TATTOOED

She appear Juicy,
Delicious Must be Her Pink *****,

I am Loving her, I am Liking her,
I Already Feel Like I am Licking her,
I Picture Myself Cracking her,

I Mean On Bed So Bad... .. . [•]  

She has a *****, Body... For Years like she has been craving for it Four Years, I am sure the day she Left, Her ex was in Tears,

because Of Her Warm Heart and beauty that Pierce Like Spears, and She is Steamy Like That Beef From Steers,

Should I go on in her Life? Or wait till the dust of her Previous Relationship Clears,

She has an Electronic Scent just like a ***** ready to mate, When I look at her image, it Stays Up Till Quarter to Nine, at Night, so Bright is her appearance, Curvey is her Body, She also appear Godly, I want her Badly, Madly and Sadly,

She is tattooed allover her Body, you can easily tell, She is a Freak, but to judge, You never know, I might be Quick,

Unbelievable is the way she make me Feel, She make me want to Kneel, Send her a Picture On My Knees Holding a Golden Diamond Ring,

She is a woman I wish She Could Break the Spring of my Single Bed, because I have a wish to make Love to her until my white blankets are Red, if she has it or not I am NOT afraid,

I am tired, of looking at her pictures, paralyzed like I am nothing, with a wish to give her something so pure like the love of Christ,
She is the type to get wet for days, I just wish we could lay together on bed and blaze, as I gaze at it ready to **** it, peel it and lick it when it starts to drip, her beauty held me with a strange grip, can't even believe the way it pulls me closer, its like my life is about to be over, because I would give my all to her, if this whole imagination thing works out,

I always work out, because when I have her that night I want us to burn out, ignite the forces of our newly found love, Given by the one from above, The moment I looked at her I was set free like a dove, Now I am attached to her tight like a glove,  

I like the fact that she has tattoos, freaky you can see her, the type that knows how to choose, now I have a wish to walk with her in these shoes, The way this whole thing goes, only God knows, How her love wind blows, it might be deadly or friendly, because this type of a woman possesses some sort of super natural powers that I call Black Girl Magic,

Her body is on point, worth more than one point,

I am Liking and Loving her, wish to smell and touch her hair, she seem fair, I have got no fear but a wish to get near, Fall in Love and get out of here, When she read this I hope its my Voice That She hear.