I THINK SHE LIKES ME


 She calls out to me like a
searching diva,

Telling me about her wonderful
world,
From her ocean of emotions that
flows into the river,
And how every male around her
hopped and hurled.

 

By night, she flaunts her smile
and flips her hair,
Covering up her naughtiness with a
sizzling shrug,
Expressing every feelings like the
gushing air,
And her little dot of dimples that
works like a drug.
She gazes at me with the loot of
forever,
To take away my soul in a gypsy
bottle,
Tie me to the bosom of her heart
whenever,
She promised to make round me a
wattle.
I think she likes me from the
depth of her heart,
And by the virtue of my erotic
art.
written by Tokede Danniel
danatoks@gmail.com

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