What I See

Your feet are graceful in your peep-toes
The bends of your curves are like gems
Like the product of stones
In the hands of veteran sculptor
At least, that is what I see.

Your navel brings memories
Of fresh wine served in gourds
The sight of your tummy
Brings butterflies to my belly
At least, that is what I see

Your teeth are as fleet as gazelles
All clothed in a rare pallid monotones
Your bosoms are as delightful as rose petals
Like two lost pomegranates on a chilly day
At least, that is what I see

The charm of your mile-high legs is mysterious
Like the sight of the peak of Everest
The beckoning of your tower-like neck
Are alluring with no modesty
At least, that is what I see

Your back in an embrace is as calming
As the stretches of a littoral view
And holding you, I hold my breath in awe
Of an awesome beauty
At least, that is what I see

GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

admire

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