Call out my name like you mean it
When I dance and flash through the night
This coffee skin and these fiery eyes
Have you firmly set in their sights
An English rose and pauper
An African glamazon queen
Earthily imperfectly female
And you still seem to be keen
My hair is bristling nature
My body is flawed happenstance
My soul unpolluted and tactless
And you're still craving romance
My house has a door which is open
If you're brave enough to come find me
I've got laughter and song and food and love
And passionate poetry.
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