Her Waist

Her figure is curvy like volleyballs,
Huge bottom which twists and turns;

In slow seduction, when it spins
It burns the ray out of sunlights,

Bringing out that hidden shyness
From the bold, exposing weakness.

Every spin it makes is a sinfulness
Even upon gaze, it nullifies holiness.

It has this awesome sparkle of lights
Hypnotically, with temptation effects,

Soft like bread, a firm iron that never rust;
Like pillars, it carries a ball of sweet lust.

by Vincent Onyeche

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