(words by EmmaPassions Emesakoru)
OMG! Are you sure that your daddy wasn’t a good farmer?
You’ve really grown some wonderfully big watermelons!
Damn! You’re so hot; tell me your first name is Summer.
If being with you is a grave crime, then let me be a felon.
I seem to have totally lost myself inside your emerald eyes.
You’re some limited edition from God’s secret workshop.
One look at you cutie and any man could be frozen to ice
I know a couple of decent clubs where we can go for a bop
OMG! Your mother must have been such a bad pro sculptor.
That even anatomists cannot comprehend your figure eight.
I don’t have a gym or dance class but I could be your instructor.
Your backside is simply wow; I can only imagine that weight.
If beauty were time, I’m completely sure you’d outlast eternity.
There’s much to say but your glossy lips keeps interrupting me.
You’ve got this awesome aura of mystery, vivacity and serenity.
Was God thinking about me because you look like my wife-to-be.
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