She Gives Me Perfect Poem by Babalola Jubril

Her words are perfect,
Speaking in perfect dialect,
Her eyes are perfectly round,
circling the perfect circle,
with perfect eye balls that sit perfectly in the circular ring,

Her brown skin perfect in complexion,
Skin hairs constructed perfectly on their horizon,
Growing from the perfect surface,
Perfect lives in her skin,

Her perfect smile that drives away my sorrow,
Sorrow dwells in the house of the imperfect past,
They fade off when the perfect future grows

I love her perfection,
because they give me perfect,
Expressing her perfect through her perfection,
Give me perfect night food,
With perfect juice,
I suck them perfectly inside in my body,
She gives me perfect night sleep,

Alone with perfect,
Complete perfection,
Alone with the perfect woman,
Gives me perfection in everything.