BLACK CAPACHINO AND SPANISH COCKTAIL (DEAR SDUDLA SAMI)

Four o’clock in the morning
Fresh from the evil nightmares
Fist thing in my mind
Was the thought of my black capachino
Spanish cocktail the queen of my thoughts
Loving thee is a daily operation
Loving thee is my only duty
I would never let u go never let u go
I guess pitch black was right
In the name of love I swear
The word beauty is a copy
The shadow of your giant high budget beauty
Your curves dimples top notch boobs
Got me writings in tongues
Like platinum shares
My love is trading at record high
Black capachino Spanish cocktail
I am searching for the right words
But still the words were not there
There words are gone
Is it because I could crush the words
Like Swazi weed
And write till the pages bleed
Yes I am in love indeed
I mean love love love
Hence I wrote a letter
To my Black capachino and Spanish cocktail (dear sdudla Sámi)
Queen of my thoughts my African dream

Every time I pick up a pen
The church bells rings
That means my love is so holly dejavu
I think I once told you so
Like Pavarotti‘s voice
I would take thee top the Promised Land
U better call me Moses
Like Pavarotti and berry white voices
My god blessed poetic verses
Would find a space in your heart
To all this top notch low budget stockers
Their love is like a radio station without frequency
While mine rocks the airwaves
Like Mugabe on a for month holiday
With Tony Blair their love
Is mere fantasy far from reality?
No their love is like seven lines sonnet
With seven more missing
Their story is incomplete
What else can I say the can not compete
Cause every time I pick up a pen
It is guaranteed I would drop a bomb
And bring their world and hopes to the down low like the American twin towers
Off course not u capachino I would bring u flowers

Black capachino and Spanish cocktail (dear sdudla Sámi)
Me without love
Is like World Bank without dollar notes
To all this boyfriends wannabees
Actually I should be saying this for the last time
They seem not to understand
Your attention is off limit
Let’s just face it
They should back off and resist
They should know by now your love is undemocratic

Moreover your world could not cater
The whole universe
Its only limited to the two of us
So if your love is a cross
I would be Jesus
Black capachino Spanish cocktail (dear sdudla Sámi)
Remember first time I saw u we were at church
The reverend gave me this ugly look
The aim was to search for god
Somehow I ended up searching for love
But still god is love
And love is god
I guess your love brought me closer to god
All in all the chemistry is blessed
Like a champion I have done my part
I should just step back and kiss myself
Back cappuccino Spanish cocktail (dear sdudla Sámi)

Appreciation in advance by Master
The days of loneliness and agony
Are gone
Nowadays my sky is blue
The princess has finally arrive
African goddess sister excellence
The carbon copy of raw beauty
Loving thee it’s my only duty
Finally true love is floating around
Like shaka ruling America
I am just living a strange dream
No I went overboard taking it to the extreme
Calling thee my vanilla ice cream
The romantic gods had smiled on me
Tough poetry I smiled on you
This is long overdue
I mean you are the morning due
That’s gives me hope for a better day
Like king Solomon endless wives
My poetry got more lines
To depict my richness from within
Like gold mines
With the blue sky and stars just know
The heavenly angels are holding a candle for us
Its Emanuel the lord is on our side
Welcome to my world
The golden world painted with paradise poetry
The love of milk and honey
U better called it Canaan
What else can I say?
Welcome to my kissing piano
Face to face we stand
My lips would playing the keyboard
Its pure chemistry
Or better still attraction of opposite forces
Like john from the sinking ship
To fish belly
I am on god assignment
To take u from the world of the wicked
I could walk trough life
With a smile in my face
With my iron shoulder
It is guaranteed you got a shoulder to cry on
My chest the comfort zone to ease your fears
I could tell my love trough her tears
Me without thee
Is like Shakespeare grammatical words
Without thee
My writings are parallel to Shakespeare ink
That means I could match the legend pound to pound
The logic is my poetry has grown in leaps and bound
Hence my love is at record high
Like gold stocks in pounds
Real talk is I haven’t met u yet
U are not here nor there
It’s just a daydream I wish to share
Like Shakespeare
Trough poetry my feelings and views I air
Yes its just appreciation in advance