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I'm Every Woman's Nightmare and Every Man's Sweetdreams

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I'm Every woman's nightmare and sweet dreams of men

I'm super hot with razor sharp edges, A1 figure eight
Black beauty, slay queen if you must, a definition stemmed from hate
Men all want a taste of me, it's not hard to figure out why
I'm not bragging but even your pastor wouldn't see me and not say Hi

I'm every woman's nightmare but sweet dreams of men
Long hours in the showers, candle light dates is just a matter of when
Your dress would look better on me
Quit dieting or working out, I'm every gentleman's crush can't you see?

Once I step in the mirror tis an epitome of perfection
Windows and glasses even phone screens are guilty of a secret body inspection
My body is natures delight
Perfect legs, fresh thighs and rotund cleavages that I always allow to see the light

My hips is as inviting as my lips
They have a lot in common, they are both small and sweet and there's wetness at their tips
With my baby voice and dark brown eyes
Don't be deceived, I can tell the truth from all your beautiful lies

My breasts are well shaped and just in the right height and width
I always go braless and leave the top buttons so my cleavages can breathe
The latest mary kay and skin care lotions
Adorns my bathroom, they are one of the secrets to my supposedly love portions

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so they say
And looking good is good business, so double you must pay
For a woman, to be as perfect as me you must sacrifice
You have to work extra hard to be the Queen slayer else you will grow old and cold as ice

I wake up late and spend hours in the shower
I go to bed with roses and sweet scents so I'll smell like a flower
My cream is not simple, I get them from the best designers
When I stand in the mirror and ask who's the fairest of them all, it says, oshe baddest, good girl gone bad like Rihanna

Men love the wittiness, dimple and charm I exhibit, little do they know I have two faces
I'm so angelic in personality, with age on my side I'm always in their good graces
Women hate me for this same reason, maybe they know the truth
They look at me like I committed some form of treason, and consider me a brute

I have learnt the art of orgasm from my mom's library collection, which I practice every night
I always hide my skills from my family and friends because they make it seem like it isn't right
I might not be strong, tough or bold so I lie
At the first sign of shout and violence I am bound to cry

I don't like discipline, hell no I don't have the guts for that
My motto is daddy is Superman, so I hide behind him as mummy calls me a little spoilt brat
I'm every woman's nightmare and sweet dreams of men, so I know she's just jealous
Why won't she be, I'm just 6 but daddy's favorite always lost in my imaginary world, shhh...hope she didn't hear us

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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