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                                                            THE CHIEF’S DAUGHTER.

Her legs when she walks,

Steps magical but critical, enticing and full of enthusiasm,

Rhyming my heartbeat I feel her inside me, my head, my world

I can’t help but watch as she fades into distance but not my mind and soul.

I’m in love, I love the chiefs’ daughter, with every nerve root.



Her star glowy smile energises every atom on my neurons,

Her teeth, whiter than white

Makes her smile veer off men of religion and dignity in cloaks,

Twinkle twinkle, goes the stars when she stares

I’m in love, I love the chiefs’ daughter, my bones can tell.



Oozing with morals and standards, a goddess of ethics

Her character groomed by a man of substance, pure she is like a sacrifice

She has a heart, brighter than the sun and bigger than the world

A heart I feel myself inside, a heart of gold

I’m in love, I love the chiefs’ daughter to the marrow.



She stands tall, taller than her peers and taller than her height too,

My mind she puts on the grey area and on my brain she sits on the grey matter,

Her sharp cheekbones, she has a face,

A face that can fall and divide kingdoms and make kin shed and soak in their very blood,

I’m  in love, I love the chiefs’ daughter to my tendons.





Her eyes dazzle to the jealousy of diamonds,                                                        

Fiery than those an angry hungry wild cat, I’m tantalized for a moment,

She blinks love as she smiles…ooh this tardiness am enchanted, totally exhilarated…

In fairyland I live, because of all this , am eternally ensnared

I’m in love, I love the chiefs’ daughter with every muscle.



Her waistline, her waste, trickling down like glacier from global warming,

Right from her bust that supports her firm spherical pointed breasts,

To her thick juicy thighs,

When she turns, my head turns too and positions itself properly in the cosmic array,

What else could my desires wish for?

I’m in love, I love the chiefs’ daughter to my veins.



My dopamine she triggers with her erotic curves,

The touch of her skin, what is winter?

Her long soft hair falling gracefully behind her precisely  curved back with so much elegance, here even the powerful become hoi polloi,

Landlubbers we all are in her sea of love,

Her dreams and fantasies give me vigour, who is Samson for real?

A renegade I would be for her, my galaxy, my Delilah

The chiefs daughter, the gizmo I lacked, the glace cherries my gizzard awaits with queasiness

I’m in love, I love the chiefs daughter to my last stroke of air.

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