Culminate me, enjoy my presence
Before the sunset, for my shade
Will diminish in your eyeshadow
I know I'm not what you dream-off

But a glimpse of hope
Is what has made me to hop
Peaceful in the night of pop
But as a string I will group

My anger to the circle of my heart
As I draw it to the nearest art
But I know our hearts are apart
Maybe you're now in queue to tart

I will buy the images of your body
Let my system produce enough antibody
While waiting on my Mahdi
For my prayer will never cease like abc

The joy that visit my dwelling
Is so overwhelming that I'm propelling
To the nearest slut house selling
My pervert thoughts and yelling

At my thick curvaceous escort
Wondering which position I will consort
I hope her juice is still wet as the forte
My mind aim to play with her sea

I will let my Wakanda queen
Own my night as we enjoy the baleen
Yet I'm thinking of my ex-Colleen
Excuse my Irish mind, obscene

As it is; I'm confused
But I too feel used
For sex, for your love has bruised
My manhood with those screaming
Lust night
© Malunga G