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Sisi Eko
Brown skin girl, not choco
Your smile is your logo
With white dentition, like you won lotto
Each day, you look fresh like a ripe cocoa
It's natural, a beauty without photo

Sisi Eko
A woman in her prime
Your touch as sweet as red wine
Your smile as bright as the sunshine
Leaving you will be as sour as lime
I don't mind if loving you is a crime

Sisi Eko
Like a colicky abdominal pain
That waxes and wanes
My love for you should not be in vain
This is not just mundane
Love is battle, says Lil Wayne

Sisi Eko
Within a limited niche
We can go to the beach
On horses that move like 4G swift
Digging the shore with their hooves
With me at your back like a king

Sisi Eko
Our love is not blind
In this city it's one of a kind
Every morning of the day
I want to wake up with you at my bay
Without having to beg you to stay.

- Acetyl, 2019

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