A dream is a wish the heart makes,
And the moment I saw you
My heart wished you to be mine
So to say that you are my dream
Would be merely stating the truth,
But only in it’s rawest, simplest form
Since in truth, it is an understatement at best
For in the beauty of your eyes
I see the depth of what love could and should be
An ever changing process by which two hearts become one
Growing and sharing together
Dancing to the beautiful melodies created by love’s symphony
Swooning with style and grace as birds on the wind
Carried by the new hopes and promises of tomorrows to be shared
And the bond of friendship, love and togetherness.

The warmth of your smile brings to mind happiness untold
The kind that lasts forever then begins again
Only to be better than the time before
Filling the heart from within with a special warmth and
Awe inspiring beauty that takes away the breath
Touching and moving the very soul of all creatures.
A ray of sunshine, fresh dew upon the petal of a rose,
Even the moon’s soft glow upon the bluest of waters
Pale in comparison to the majesty of your smile

Hearing the sweet sound of your laughter
Places the listener among the blessed few
Who have truly heard the angels sing.
Ever so softly caressing the senses with the ability
To spontaneously spawn new visions of peace and tranquillity
Cool shades of blue glide carelessly across the senses
And sensuously stroke the inner soul of the mind
Allowing all cares to escape through the pores of understanding
Leaving only tranquillity.
Skin softer than the finest silk.
Beautiful to the smell and to the touch
Fingers feel the contact as a clear mountain stream
Gently massaging each point
A soothing fire stems from the flesh
Cleansing those that come in contact
Of any and all inhibitions
Seductively begging to be stroked, massaged and caressed
While hidden pleasures are released to the massager.

Body of a goddess. Need I say more ?
Dare I? For fear of not completely expressing all that is?
Dare I not? For fear that no one should live life and not be given the chance
To know for themselves what perfection is like.
Style, grace, eloquence. nice words to be heard
But drastically ineffective in expressing the majesty
Of a woman masterfully created by God himself
To be the embodiment of the black woman’s beauty.
The pleasure of watching her in motion brings tears to the eyes
No greater masterpiece ever there was.

The woman inside is strong, smart, loving and kind.
Springtime in the mountains, by a lake.
Sleek of mind and spirit as well as body.
All things come here to meet.
A beginning with no end, an end with no sorrow.
To know is to love, to love is to cherish
Mere moments can turn around the down trodden
Does she bless you with her presence.
Be ever glad and humble for few aspire to this height.