You Smoke In My Feelings

My African woman, you earthly diamond that glitters before my eyes My African angel, you heavenly star that shines in my smoky feelings My African queen, you precious gem that settles in my webby heart My African goddess, you succulent pebble of love My African miracle, you smoke in my feelings You are a star, a blue star with sparkle You are so bright, so bright that sun’s rays belong to you, You are a gemstone, so precious that you command the pearls, Aren’t my eyes just stunned? Turning green like a true peacock, Aren’t you the one, who smokes in my feelings? I feel glued to your succulent curves, I feel like holding and gluing them in my hands, But you shine, your sunny rays distort my feeble magic flutter You the flower of life, your scent is fragrance to romance You unroll your sweetness before my very eyes, the illusions rub my disillusion Just before I wake, you smoke in my feelings My African Woman, the gracious river of my soul I want to hear you speak, your whispers are musical to my heart Your breeze pushes my chill away, your warmth boils my cold blood Nothing really compares to your impeccable beauty, but i know now you know, That you are the smoke that smokes my feelings Yours African, Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.