Perfect Beauty - Poem by Mishack Mchunu
The way she walks
It's like she draws shapes with her legs
As she slowly waves
Goodbye it's like she would fly with her hands
The way she talks
It's like her tongue is the dictionary
She gives meaning to everything she holds
A conversation like a missionary
And when she coughs
So smooth she sounds like an Indian
OH! When she loughs
It's like the whole world is a joke and she is a comedian!
I would love to call her an angel, well
If she is one, why then is she hot as hell!
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