She is graceful like a ballet
peaceful like the violin
well spoken like words
and her beauty is penned in figurative lines
that reveal the artistry
of her creators stencil.
Her figure and curves
are calligraphycally exotic,
like a pencil
her smile shades away tears
that endless years of blue and black
have collected.
In her eyes is the suns beautiful glare
into which when i stare
my glory is reflected
for like a crystals glare
the best about me
she brings out and bears.
Her faith is strong,
elegantly unmatched,
it's the bone that collars my neck.
She touches me
and heals my wreck.
Her cotton soft hands
laced in pearls of love
strum my efforts with joy
and when I drown in rivers
they wrap around me in faith.
She makes the stars shine brighter
and her smile adds an 'er to the words;
sexy,
and pretty,
prettier than all other
oh what a cutie.
The skin that sleeves her hands
simply is; to touch, soothing.
Calming, relaxing,
are the words she airs,
she dispenses them with glory
intelligently sophisticated
and yet no ounce of pride.
My Joy, My kinda woman
moves my body
to the rhythm of her blues,
whose pulse is the tempo
to which my heart dances.
My kinda woman
who has hands
and is willing to use them
and still respect me as her man,
guide and provider.
Whose occupation not need be a chef
but handles her business well enough
it keeps me wanting more
no precautions about concoctions
just pure satisfaction.
whose warmth not only radiate
from the silky smooth
and beauty
of her ravishing nakedness,
what unharmed pulchritude
that so delicately keeps me insatiable
it's awing effect
like a butterfly out its cocoon,
but also from knowing
I wake beside the grandmother
of my childrens' children
and her infinite beauty
even in they yet unborn.
I know what you're selling
and I'm very happily buying
you're such a beautiful conundrum
i hear drums sounding immaculate
it's my heart beating
to the tune of your love.
So I'm testing this river with both feet
walking on flaming coal
to place all my eggs in a basket
at your door,
open your heart
and let trust be the bridge
between the gaps of our heart
and love the screw
that keeps 'em together...
Love you this valentine and beyond...
Fimisola-Samuel
2/13/2011
Wow. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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