this morning,
the sun came down_
glitted off your silvery skin,
and went west-wards
back to heaven,
rejoicingly;
what I'm I saying?
your screen touch smile
gives you an hour-glass look;
...lips was full,
drooping with honey
like an unharvested comb,
I shall fight the temptation to lick;
when your hip hops
that is when it swings
it's best musical,
a million thanks
to the skeletorus steps;
your shoulders are up there
in the air
too high for an ordinaraire
the same model_
and specifications
that popularised Monroe;
but now, it's 21st century
a good time to feel sexy
and you are not left out
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