Saturday, January 18, 2014


Poetry from my heart:


Brown and solid as an oak tree

She glides and flirts

Quick as a honeybee

Eyes shine like rare diamonds

Her smile captures and confines them

She is a queen, the world her court

Never worried by confusion for she is not the sort

Her hands, gentle but precise

Her mind quick, calculating, concise

Men fall and praise on their knees

She could have them all if she please

Black woman, proud and strong,

Her love pure and lasts long

Empress they call her,

Admiring her strut

The breadth of her breasts

The rhythm in her rump

Her aroma enthralls

Crisp and clean as a day in fall

She is all-powerful and enticing

Worth more than her weight in gold or any other pricing.