by Dwayne O. Foster

The quickness of a glimpse....
the beauty in your eyes,
a soft hazel sunrise -
blanketing my atmosphere,
as if falling from the sky
an angel had arrived,
at last, to capture me,
and set loves rapture upon me

the honey in your skin,
a light cinnamonsmoothcomplex
toasted perfect - faultless
Venus, the chocolate goddess
Hoping for a touch,
an incidental brush across the hand -
just to know that you flow 
as liquid as milk,
as smooth as silk

the velvet of your voice,
as soft as a mellow jazz,
rolling as free as it ever has
Stalking my ear with a sentimental tone
passing moisture in the calm -
of a sweet whisper
My whole being withered
with your “Hello”

Still, though....
there was your smile,
pearly as if knowing
how the glimpse affected me,
how your voice infected me with its charm
The satiny red lips of an ebony princess -
now disarmed me,
for, I knew not what to say
The words play in my mind,
freezing in an instant of time

Venus by Dwayne O. Foster

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