A picturesque frame,
     slowly, dancing the lighted side
     of my eye …
   Thou art truly fine …
   So … much so that I raise my brow
     as you pass by
   Temperate and reserved, a sigh,
     or should I say growl,
     prowls within me …
   Merely to see that gliding figure,
     pounding, as if the sea
     against the beach that is my mind,
   Grinding the picture of this world,
     molding it into a masterpiece
     fixed within time

   Yes … glide with pride,
   Thy Ebony Goddess
   Yes … with much unrest
     is how dreams of you will affect me
   Infecting me with the sway of that dress
     jealous of its hold on your hips,
   Lightly lipsticked lips 
     leaving me longing for a kiss
   So luscious …
     the pleasure would be beyond me
   Blessed , thou truly be
   My God !
   He has righteously outdone himself
     with thee,
   Stunning beauty,
   Winning my affection
     with every movement of your step
   Perfection …
   Thou art truly fine,
   Thy Ebony Goddess

   Please, be accepting of my praise,
   And perhaps maybe we
     could on day catch a movie,
     or perhaps dine in my humble cave
   Or …
   Maybe you will force it on me
     to never be,
   And leave me here 
     with that dream of unrest,
   Where I long for thee,
   Thy Ebony Goddess