Glued to my chill spot, staring at the edge of the fence, anxiety crawls towards me, will she come though? Will I get a glimpse of her? The thick Eucalyptus can’t allow me to gaze the sunshine.
The sky is blue, the air is warm and scented, the grass is brilliant green and a lovely bird is serenading me with his full repertoire of songs, learned from all his flying pals, from the top of some sort of evergreen scenery.
Behold the Royal Highness appears, hot and dazzling as always, my heart starts to glow, I am transfixed. My head had one sensation: pure elation mixed amazement at such beauty. Swept off my feet, I float from one side to the other, her rays have befall on me. I roll the red carpet for her, step on us they say!
What a Queen she is!
She stamps authority wherever she goes, walks majestically step after step with her head up. Fine waist, killer smile. A rare kind of gem I must say.
She is an Empress and deserves to be impressed. Her glamour makes me debilitated, breathe vehemently, my eyes pop, truly she runs the Kingdom.
Admirable and magnificent, she is the epitome of true beauty in the universe.
She is a goddess, even the wind blow to her favour, insects go silent and trees dance to her move. A hand of applause to God’s dexterous work.
The monarchs better activate “code red” this beauty tortures and kills without mercy. I’m ready for the tumbril ladies and gentlemen.
I conquer with you Percy, truly when a man loves a woman he’d trade the world for the good thing he’s found.
If love is a drug, I don’t mind being an addict.
She is the lady, my heart desires and it’s the only weapon I choose to die with.
Oh my African woman.!