Empress
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.
-Andre’a
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