She comes into a crowded room, yes people stop and stare
Not because of the pretty face, there's just something from within
She glides across the space between, a knowing smile on her lips
From the corner of her eye, she catches the men looking on in awe
And their women jealously stealing glances her way
Head held high, exaggerating her beautiful slender neck
She searches for her deserving niche
Of course she's not the prettiest, she doesn't even have the slimmest frame
So what, they wonder makes her hold your gaze
She is an African queen
Wonderfully and cheerfully made.
Her breasts are not the largest, her stomach not the firmest but..
Her eyes are radiant as the sun encrusted in a smooth, symmetrical caramel face
Nipples stand taut and firm, daring you to have a look
The curves on her, she works like magic with every twist and turn you watch her make
Still, still. what intoxicates you is her confidence..
She knows she is beautiful, doesn't care what you think
Her body is a temple, only the brave dare draw near
Sculpted to the makers taste
Yes, she's an African Queen.