Nymph of the Jungle

I took a looky-loo on your spotless face, and I caught your eyelashes curling up beautifully in the harmonious clouds, your hazy and pictorial cheeks digging prominent caves of an alluring dimples, while your lips dripping sweetness as a honeycomb, my heart uplifted to heaven and my lips wedded calmly with line. Your beauty floats on my mental sky, and shuttles flip-flop on my mindscape like a crab in a borrow. You're a replica avatar of a beautiful Africa– your beauty glistens gloriously and glittery with valour, vigor and value.