The jungle smile
The gaze
The eye twitch
The talk, like a
magical touch
The flexes, as she
shoves her braids back
Giggling between laughter
Her voice, like the
heavenly acoustic pluck
Her words, like
whirling wind
I tell you, the
look of her eyes is like the vibration of a razor on a light skin
Her body, winding
and curving with a luster in toughness of diamond
The softness and
smoothness of fresh mushroom gills
An angel in being
Nyonje
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