Her sexiness is her intelligence, like an illiterate pen
Her curves like a zig zag line drawn from a straight point
Her emotions hard to form but easy cracked like an egg shell
Her tears like a dry river in winter 'oh yeah.
Kiss me touch me, oh come on girl
Kiss me feel me and make hot like hell
Kiss me and make my present a good story to tell
Kiss me oh angel from a black soil.
~Ayebor Marvis~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem