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My type of woman

My Type of Woman
She stands firm,wearing a scary frown on her face, her eyes brewing fire whilst her mouth spits magma. Standing tall, carrying the weight of the world in her shoulders proud to be a woman... Just can't help but scream that she is my type of woman.

Beauty is her defination, her mind as sharp as a needle ready to prick what ever is on its way, her smile, an assasin to my respiratory system but her word distinguish her. Her body fashioned to pull me  closer to her instead her self~confidence forces me to let out a small scream yelling that, DAMN! she is  my type of woman.

An eleqount speaker she is, striding up a mountain with honey oozing out of her mouth as she fends for her wellbeing inflicting confusion in my mind as she does everything according to her uniqueness. A despiser of mediocrity who relies only on herself. A philosopher by nature,therapists by calling she delivers those around her with her angelic courage which seeks to extinguish any demonic force rising. A super woman by character she just charms the words out of me. Can't help but admit that she is my type of woman.
Telling her she is like the stars invokes anger in her bossom, as strides confidently preaching that that she is sun that light to my life. Not relying on any source of light to amaze people. Well she burns herself to produce rays that pierce the stratosphere aiming for my heart bringing warmth to my body. In excitement l shout, "You Are the Type of Woman l am looking for. Yu just but MY TYPE OF WOMAN

By SINDISANI TSHUMA

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