Truly Beautiful
Lookin’ at your eyes,
I can see they’re the windows to your soul,
Even when you sad,
through the worst tears,
They smile for you.
Look at your cheeks,
even when u aint smiling big,
Your dimples stand out a mile.
Lookin’ at your nose,
So broad, so small,
so cute, ahh…
Look at your lips,
the strong arch, the fullness,
The mix of colour,
Look at your hair,
The texture, the softness…
Is truly beautiful.
Look at your shoulders,
So strong and broad.
Look at your physique
Strong and a manly stance
Look at your arms,
Long bold,
waiting for a real lady to hold.
Look at your hands
Medium sized, and ruff textured,
hard working man is what they say.
Look at your legs,
Strong thighs, perfectly toned,
Just the right amount of hair.
Look at your feet
Not too big, not too likkle.
Truly beautiful.
Look at your skin,
Soft, dark in places, light in others,
Look at your nails,
Healthy, plain and clean cut,
Truly beautiful.
When I looked in your eyes, I saw:
The windows, that goes in deep,
I saw in to your soul,
All your pains, all your gains.
I saw u cry and smile…
I stroked your cheeks,
Felt how soft they are,
your dimples to your cheek bones.
I touched your lips,
They felt nice and soft
Not one crumble of skin crack,
So soft and full.
I felt your hair
I ran my hands through your afro textured hair
Felt each strand on each palm of my hand
You’re truly beautiful.
I felt your body
Inspected you from head too toe,
Closed my eyes, and saw you with my hands.
The muscles on your body,
too the hairs on your chest.
Ran my hands down your arm,
And held your hand, felt your ruff texture,
don’t really mix with you.
Sitting in between your thighs, felt the hairs
Played footsie with your feet, 10 perfect toes.
I inspected your skin,
Chocolate colour, variating in area’s
Soft all over.
Then…
I looked back at your eyes again,
Seen your smile,
And how truly how beautiful you are.
Written October 30th 2003
Marianne Baker