Swirls of wind embraced her enviously,
her pink dress to it's tune sung, danced
being raised a little with each whirling eddy
her enchanting, lovely, smooth, chocolate thighs revealing.

Her legs wore sling-less white shoes
so perfect on her, just made for her.
She swung her hands at times,
she enjoyed the evening land breeze.

Her skin radiantly shone as the baby's,
her gazelle-like walk, pleasure in me arousing.
She wasn't eight-figure, her cheek sizeable
slender she was, beautifully made.

I trodded towards her, my heart pounding heavily
I needed a chat with her to share, her voice to hear,
her company to enjoy, one born not of woman.
She was an angel, an angel from above sent.

Her melodic voice held me in my tracks,
as the land went still, her melodies to enjoy
the birds ceased their chirpings, the bees their buzzing
her rendition of 'Despacito' to enjoy.

I strolled by lest I awaken from the dream so dear,
Her lucid smile, her revealing teeth; magical.
Her mamma significant, pointed, sensational.
She closed her beautiful brown eyes, her hands outstretched.
I had met one, one who stole my heart.