SHE!!

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.