"carrebean" poems
This is to the woman I lay my desires on
This is to the woman who her smile is
My cure and her kiss is so pure,
She nourishes my heart like a carrebean flamingo, her warmth I'm never letting go.
This is to the woman not of my ego
But the woman of my hearts choice.
This is to the woman not of the silence of my mouth but the noise of my heart.
A touch from her is like a melody the perfections of her skin tone,
She's dearth of hate humility is all she own.
This is to the woman of my eyes
A woman Who doesn't wear make up but she wears the truth, a woman who doesn't look for attention by twerking but minds for it by working.
This is to the woman of my life.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC