Beautiful eyesore

That’s her; My mystic damsel
With a radiant aura like that of an angel,
Smelling like the rose of South Africa
Yet, my demoiselle from Nigeria.

The palms of hers are so enticing,
I wish it’s always placed on my organ for sensing.
Brilliant are her walk-steps
Thou, with my cupid precepts.

So good to know she’s just a cipher.
Crafted to cease an ever-green peace.
She claims righteousness
yet stabs my likes with weariness

Great art her kindness,
It was just a cover for her tigress.
Her charming look
is nothing but a hook.

She deceived my trust
with her real identity.
Right beneath my navel, she did thrust
her dagger of absolute cruelty.


Now I have seen her behind the scene,
she’s less than what I see on the screen,
her real picture is just a deceit
please! be careful not to end up on her sit. ........................
............................................................................................TO BE CONTINUED

I wish U could finish this....
A brilliant piece,so to speak.