Thursday, 14 August 2014

SHEILA

There’s a gal I see
She’s as cool as the sea
She’s spotting perfect pink
She makes my eyes blink
She’s shiny dark
A true African spark
Her sweet voice makes her my choice
It’s soft and smooth; unignorable like a Telkom booth
Like a sleuth I wanna be uncouth
Brave her eyes unlike a slave
My crave for her my new rave
I see her smile, I see the aisle 
Don't tell me you have a guy 
coz that will make me cry

Sheila, will you be my inhaler?

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