My Crush
My crush is of a rare breed,
A day without me makes her heart bleed
She's of a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed
She's hardly a normal girl,
Her colour's extremely dull
Her nails are are pointed like a needle,
Too much for me to handle
Her hands are as soft as a baby's buttocks,
She caresses me and never stops
Her eyes, red like pepper,
She's the reason I'll live long and prosper
Her name is Kenyangi,
Though she prefers to be called Winnie Nwagi.
Copyright © Daniel Kakuru | Year Posted 2016
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