She

Ms. Favorite Colour Celadon

The epitome of beauty
bottled within brown skin,
to gaze her way, fulfilling,
curves plentiful like
“S’s” flowing from stuttering
mouths, walking hour glass,
hips thick as ten gallon drums
of peanut butter, mouth-watering,
subtle enchantress, to glance in
her direction is to know why
God’s grace is overpowering,
watching her depart, pendulum
motion, upside down heart
swaying in the wind, tempest
wrapped within Apple Bottom
jeans, static cling, possessing
priceless assets, intellect,
well read, well writ,
well depth not as deep,
to hear her speak, akin to
Princess Aurora sleep,

Peace…