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#21 lines for her hips

O my! Wondrous soul..
Could feel this
Beauty blowing breeze.

She’s as neat as color white
As clean as a sterilized object
O my! Wondrous soul.

She has this face of an Angel
Yet attracts the devil
Like bean and a weavil.

All organic like trees in the garden
Her gaze could overcharge the sun
She can create confusions in heaven.

Speaking of the devil,
Her waist began with a needle
And curved out righteousness evil.

A type that gets the toad singing
She’s superb but her hips got a thing
Broad and broadcasting

Come and sin
Until you’ve seen,
You wouldn’t believe her hips could tear a jean.


  1. Just started reading one of ur poetry and couldnt stop.. Great work

    Liked by 1 person


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