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
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