Queen of the Jungles

Queen of the jungles of romantic feelings The African Queen with a beauty stolen from nature Leave me alone, do no come in my sight I do not want to die quickly here in Africa When she breathes the nose spells letter B In her movements her shape scribbles letter S In her smiles the mouth sketches depressed letter O Yes, when she bends the neck spells the figure 7 Come to Africa if you want to die slowly alive Her coconut-like breasts assassinate men’s hearts A cow licked her skin before Michelangelo worked his brush Her voice, is a natural piano in romantic jungles of Africa When I see the potato-like shape of her twin legs I kneel down before my Maker and pray constantly Petitioning Him to delete my name from register of death To live forever but die every day with the assassin Queen