Perfection Creature of Beauty

I lay my hands on the African beauty
Toned as it looks and feels
All set up in right places
Glows and speaks in tongues
Reminding me of the creation a woman carries

Revealing true beauty of a woman, African woman
I’m stormed out of words like the mirror itself
Reflection exposes every asset I carry
Does my inside reflect in this manner?
Personality shaped in sexy definition of scriptures
Behind carrying the men’s weakness
Though I complain in my jeans
Yet I’m blown to questions
Reality, who does this body belong to?
My body melts into a man’s eyes
Is like I carry what’s theirs
Drooling like a melting ice cream in a hot temperature
I live in their fantasy dreams I can’t bear to hear, to see myself
Hips move me like a melody from left to right, in motions of a sexy diva runway walk
Beauty shape reflecting hunting what’s far
Cars driving slowly, heads coming out of windows, desperations
Crisis awake, dead awakes, trouble hunts, employment on the death row
Temptations rising
Goals changing
Haters like cats and dogs
But yet motivation and inspiration to my all sisters
Forgive my bootylicious hips of glory
Addiction, Temperature of man’s distraction
I exposed the perfection …beauty of a woman.