As hard as the pyramid of Giza
Crazy like the workers of Babel
Boiling up the hormones of mankind.
Black as it may seem,
But purer like the holy garment
From the ancient brewery
The hope of every feminine heart
As the men yearn for its powers.

Its softness like the melting butter.
Erupting with care and true loviness
Causing a turn around on in rocky hearts
Making we fumble for thine embrace.
Black on black a blend of genuine africanism.
Gushing through every livong pore like a volcano
Shaking up the roots of firmness like an earthquake.
Such is the spell of african love.

The Haymaker ©2014