She knew me on the streets
Nevertheless, she took me in and gave me a treat
She said I am the only one who doesn’t make her fret
And so she moved in with me without her fleet
I like her sensuous tit and cute feet
She has this wide grin when she bares her teeth
Often times, she tells me she doesn’t want anything discrete
Otherwise she would take a back seat
She even said she would exit my life if I ever cheat
But quickly added that it was not a threat
What I like most about her is her mindset
She likes it when I serve her in bed with her orgeat
Apart from her caring nature, she is overly sweet
Her encircling love for me is like an anklet
And mine for her is as bracing as a bracelet
I am sounding a note to you Mr. and Miss Observer, to curb your concert
Because his commitment to me is tact as a Concrete
My name on her lips sounds like a song by a duet
When I recall the first day I saw her in her velvet dress at the banquet
Memories run through my mind like writings on a tablet
She adorns me like a locket
And Covers me like a duvet
She cleans me well like the seat on a toilet
Her arms around my waist is protective like an amulet
She likes almost all colors but have apathy for violet
I always look at her photograph which I keep in my wallet
She is safe with me like water in a sachet
And everyone knows this because it is no more a secret
Love certainly costs nothing otherwise she is way above my budget
And for this, I will blow her like a trumpet
She is very attractive like a magnet
And repels like two like-poles when she is upset
Thoughts of her rivets in my mind all day like a crotchet
Her good mornings in my ear sounds like a sonnet
And her hips like that of a bracket
No Pastor, Reverend, a Priest or a prophet
Would have to tell me that she is heaven sent
She decorates my life like a cloth decorates a closet
If I was a painter she would be my palette
If she was a printer, she would be a laser jet
If I was a car, she would be my bonnet
And if she was an office accessory, she would be a cabinet
In the home, she is my kitchenette
And on my head, she is a helmet
In the countryside, she is my hamlet
I feel at home when am with her and does not fidget
If she was a computer program, she would be a template
She is an asset because thoughts about her alone make me fit.
