The accent ring familiar it is rougher a little deeper. Not meek and filtered like I am used to hearing. It has a flirt of maturity behind that school house laugh of hers. Even her face hides her age. The African face holds its beauty well.
Large sun-baked cheeks a smile white and wide enough to form a bridge from Libya to South Africa. The glow of her smile would light the entire continent up. She is a flame captured and taken away and now finally returned back to us like this was the Olympics. But there is something godly about her smile.
And even though you speak another language your body is a silent movie the way it moves I get the message.
Ms. Honey drop South Africa. I already know your mind and tasted your fruits. But you are still a virgin queen to me. More like kin to me. Its like I'm seeing you all over again, back when I was standing there right next to you.
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