Felisha

Felisha
She makes feel high like am on shisha,
Her malificent eyes like those of a weevil desperately looking for it’s new borns,
Her fragrant skin dictates it allergical response to Geisha,
Like Arragon, she doesn’t jump with common spirits,
The sadness she preserves for the rodents,
Felisha is so unlike mummies coz her tits produce honey,
You won’t need an oven for winter coz Felisha’s hotness ceases the need,
And in calmness she lets you take the lead,
My brain tickles like it’s full of litter every time I think about Felisha😍.