Saturday, 5 November 2016

Incense


She walks into the room
All eyes on her
They all drolling
Hovering around her like bees
They all just want a moment with her
They all just want a chance with her
They will kill for her smile
Die for her laugh
Will do anything for her love
But I have her heart
I breath her soul
I emit her spirit
She Walks into the room
With her eyes on me
I might sound corny
But my girl is smoking hot
She increases the temperature of the atmosphere
With her sweet savoring smell
Which I'm lucky to be blessed with
She the incense my soul is craving

Banji Coker 

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