Her Exotic Malawain origins lurred me out my comfort zone. Got my mental scratching beneath the surface of her Chewa accent, venturing my way to her metaphysical pressence. Safe to say, I was infact searching for her essence, yearning for more than just an occassional fling... This had to be the real thing, realer than the dusty illusions driven by boogy pretense. But her eyes never lie... Opened the windows to her soul and got myself hypnotized... Jolted into a spasm of the mind so sublime, I couldn't begin to even describe it in a rhyme. She's a beautiful African blend. Her body language poises like a foreign riddle... Like hey diddle diddle come watch the cats play the fiddle when she steps up to take her place on the throne, heiress to the African sands. Routinely her peaceful aura drifts about nourishing the land of my seesawing emotions. She must be heaven's epiphany, the manner in which she leers my way got me deep in thought; thinking about my solitary ways and how she kissed the loneliness away. Got me lingering on her sweetness... nectarine/prune juice? Just can't put my finger on it... Exotic Malawian Girl, nothing like a trend, her innocence I followed out the dingy confined spaces of my enigmatic young mind back to cultured roots; Afrocentric. Like the soulistic native rhythm of the conga drums, my heart pulsates to the Afropolitan vibes scintilated by the tone in her voice; recollecting my being from the diaspora, bringing me closer to home as my sanity finds comfort on my pillow cases once again... Exotic Malawian Girl, I had to write you this poem just to let you know... Ndimakukonda.