Best In The World Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Best In The World



That is why I am into a particular size of beautiful women,
I don't just collect sordid things and gather them into my good way -
one might bark at me when I hate it for a lady to roar out her whims.
I seem to be into girls who don't care about any myths of absolute divinity;
fate, for them, shall learn to take a really good path of destiny,
if they can only take good care of themselves on the physical individual urge:
they want to enjoy the best of this day - before the sunset - today.
I am there growing from within different individuals like a parasite.

I am sitting in the cuddle of a marvelous scene:
I am holding a gorgeous lady and a beautiful girl at the skinny waist.
Do you know how exhilarating soft that obscene picture is
and how much I love to conjure that kind of a peculiar obscene?
Technically, I cause women to resurge into their happiness of innate truism;
an intuition gathered by looking at the reflecting figure in the opposite mirror
and noticing every change the body routes in after every good sleep.
I do all these things for beautiful girls alone,
to simply be the best man ever seen,
evidently alive in the whole world.

I am Tman kiry... of LOB.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: women
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