Never give up!

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Never give up

There she is,
Shining more denser than yesterday.
Awaiting for you and I to swim in her galaxies.
She-future is shaped with yummy surprises,
Yet she begs you and I not to call it quits.

Packaged with glitters of the rainbow,
She reminds us of the beauty she holds,
Then she smiles at our efforts to draw closer to her.
She energizes us to strive for a better sunrise,
Despite yesterday’s cages of appalls.

As we gaze her with eyes of steel hope,
Our enemy: thorn tries to cage us away from her,
But we hang on until even our enemy applauds,
Until our tears turn into rivers of milk and oil,
Till even our broken bones kiss our efforts to marry our dear she.

She hides not the pits we have to battle ahead,
She reveals the traps of slavery from he-thorns,
But she also unveils her breasts of honey and her juicy lips in stake for us.
Now, we need to glue our sight to her flawless face and cling to thy promise.
Then soon, she and us will dine, kiss and groove on a bed of roses.

We can shame Mr Thorn and his threats to choke us and her dazzling shine.
We can make him our slave in our kingdom of bliss with her.
Let us bless us our fingers to press buttons of right choices,
Then our she will not be a brutal torture nor mockery,
Because we held on to her hot, lit and enticing seduction.

12/06/2015 Friday.

 By blessing Mhlanga.

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