Curvacious body of a temptress
Tantalizing goddess thieves my soul

All women have their own beauty,
Whether shown through their Eyes, Voice, Body or Character
It's a beauty that is.
Though most men don't see it
For they do not have the strength to look at real beauty in the face.
For you see, without women,
There is no men.
Yet, we continue to dishonor them.
Every woman is beautiful,
You just need to be courageous and see
A Beauty That Is.

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I no longer feel this fully elucidates what I am trying to portray

Reformed:

All women possess their own individual grandeur.
Whether exemplified by their shimmering eyes, sweet lullaby voice, a curvacious body, or supreme character.
It is a beauty that is.

However, dominantly men refuse to observe of such
Thus, they lack the prudence and discipline to gaze upon profound and genuine beauty.

Effectively, the absence of the woman would entail the demise of man as a kind.
Still, men objectify, debase, dishonor, and even barbarously assault women.
All of whom have their own beauty.
You just need to be courageous and observe,
A Beauty That Is

It's nearly 8
The wife wont mind If I go home late
Shes a good girl
But t not good enough--
I'll go where all the fellas go
To her
A woman tall and curvacious
Always dressed up
You gotta wait awhile before meeting her but its worth it
You can tell her anything and she'll never protest
Just sits in front of you and listens
With just one whiff of her perfume and shell make you forget all your problems
She has the power to take over your mind and lull you to sleep
But remember she's cold to the touch
When shes around its always fun and games
But then something hits you--
You glance at your watch and realize its getting real late and you should be heading home
where your pretty little wife and children are up and waiting for you
Suddenly its also time for her to leave
You feel angry and tense
You take one last look at her and sigh
Its no use you cannot take her home
Because you know she will create ruckus at home

Who is she?

a softly
woven fabric,

so finely woven
together
in various hues
that mimic
your soft
inviting
delicious lips.

warming,
  like your
lips and
curvacious body on
   a winter's
night beside
  the fire
as they
  intertwine
with mine.

   you,

    you
wear flannel
  and flannel
becomes
   mesmerizing...

breathtaking,
  and loses its
harder edge.

   when you
wear,
   only flannel?

it makes
  more than
just the
    edges hard.

"Flannel"

that evening,
                you conquered me completely,
                            
                 so perfectly,
                I wished this is all I want
              
               and all I did,
               what I desired for so long,
            
              held you
              against the wall of my shabby room.

              As I came closer,
              I could taste your breath

                           the freshest breeze,
                           I have ever inhaled
                                
                        ­    I caught the whiff,
                            wished never ever to breathe out
                  
                   and baby
                  the moment was blessed.

I tenderly ran my hand
                             up your curvacious waist

you melted so sensually,
                 the gods would fail to stop for a rest.

                         the more I leaned forward,
                        blankness ran through.

         Just when the time
         was utterly divine

                                 you did something
                                my heart leaped strides


                          the way you closed your eyes,
                                   I had an epiphany
                    I could sense how much you believed
                          in the promises we made.

                         the luscious lips of yours
                    brushing against my dry ones


and with every second passing,
I felt a jolt inside me
filling my heart with
the juices of your love.

                                                 I had no clue
                                                       when you unbuttoned my shirt
                                                         and you took that pause
                                                                ­    to get even closer.

I embraced you so tightly,
kissing the right of your neck,
you let out a gasp
buried your face in my chest,
all I could think was
if time would rest.

                              I held you harshly
                        by the scruff of your neck
                                                            ­    and you dug your nail
                                                                ­       deep into my back,

all of these fueled the fire, my love
I lost the track of life
like it never existed without you.

As our unclad flesh
rubbed against one another,
and the rhythm of our breath
found a hard time to sync,

                               our heartbeats were inaudible
                             taking the break they YEARNED.

I held your both hands into one
and raised them high,
for they felt like obstruction,
a medium to unite
and I sought no mediator
to aid the passion of ours,
                                                   for I have contemplated your
                                                                ­ face for long enough,
                               they radiate with the most
                                       pious flames of desire,
and that is the same thing I
am greedy for the time being.

the evening I live for, the night I live by
coming back home to you as soon as I can
for the moment I see you, to hold you so fast
not a fraction of a second gets spilled
that I regret my time till it lasts.

Your glossiness; amplified by sunlight
With a distinctive smell
You are curvaciously curvacious
Full of life and robust energy
If I decide to open the crest
Please tell me, how much gold?
Tell me, how much?

Dorning luminous colours
That seperates you from the multitude
Save for the blind, none can miss your presence
Heralded by a strong and seductive fragrance
Surely; I think, you were created on a Sunday
After God rested on Monday

Astrologers follows the stars
For me and my everything, I choose you
Like a beacon to an Airplane
Your firm rounded headlights;
They are my longitude and latitude
Sending strong signals to my temple
And if you say "No", I'll die...

This is not about your "Tembe"
I just want to be lost in your world
And be the co-pilot if your plane
Hence I choose to disrupt tradition
Why kneel, with a precious ornament
When I can do it poetically
With poweful lines woven specially for you

Your real gloss is inately in you
Not in Mary Kay or Estee Lauder
I can't guarantee you heaven on earth
Nor all the precious ornaments in Kano
But what I promise you with my life
Is a lifetime of love and friendship

This is where it gets tricky
With every courage I can muster
Backed by the backing of the Backer
With a glow of pride and responsibility
And on this very special date
I ask poetically, will you marry me?
Just say "Yes", please!