she sprints through the grass,
where the blades won't harass,
the gentle wheat crops against her skin
running fast, they tickle her shin.
galloping, chasing, like a gazelle,
rays of sun caress, enchanting dark skin with spell.
curvaceous body with no care,
lovely lady, as free as her hair.
she grabs at the violets, press to her face,
indestructible woman, found her place.
jiggling, wobbling, dancing with joy,
this here woman, life is her toy.
she moulds it and holds it as she changes to sprint,
the sadness in here bares no hint.
curly hair, heritage rich,
this bird here, unpicked every stitch.
she stops, she stops, at the edge,
scrambles scrambles stopping before ledge.
jiggling juggling, in the ****,
she dances around, no want to intrude.
escapee, escapee, that's what she's become,
and oh now, she feels like the only one.
boundless beauty, encased with dark lattice scars,
her body contains a bounty of stars.
no shape can hold her,
no one can tame, encase,
no hands can hold her,
more valuable than lace.