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African Horn


A woman is like a French horn, beautiful and curvaceous

Sing for me

Like you used to,

Had me drifting with your words,

Glazed in honey and lies,

Music to my ears.


Your vulgar demeanor,

All rough on the edges,

A rare diamond for my taking,

For my lusty desires.


A day without your flirting,

Leaves my thirst unquenched,

Waiting for an invite,

From you keeps me on my toes.


This dance makes me excited,

Coz of the thrill of your mystery,

You leave me panting for air,

As I chase you all over town.


Just as you frequent my dreams,

I want to get caught up,

In your whirlwind,

And create a musical masterpiece.







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