Poetry & Wine

I am the most beautiful woman to ever live. What more then shall I have to give? More beautiful than the woman of your dreams, rolled out in more shades than you’ve ever seen. I am the Mother of civilization a highly unsettling equation; equivalent to a global relation proven through an article of sensation. Disputed and Bane yet remains just the same. but don’t despair, I spread my love even and fair. My eyes are dark chocolate diamonds in a brilliant round cut, with facets that sparkle down through my, you know what. My lips are plump and pouty colored in cinnamon raisin wishes, puckered and shiny, blowin’ sweet Hershey kisses. My hair is kinky coils and Goddess braids with an even yoke Yes, perfectly right you see, the way things go better with Coke. My breasts are firm and supple like a pillow you can hug, defusing all your stress and helping you to unplug forming a habit that you can’t stop mmmmm…hot and spicy good to the very last drop. My hands are strong and steady with a tender even stroke. in a single touch magic, they evoke. My butt rolls like an oar over smooth and calm water my hips sway to the rhythm of fire starter, sending your blood pressure rising straight to Alarmin’ Oh yes my dear, please squeeze the Charmin. I smell like honeysuckle and jasmine in the heat of the day, I’m refreshing as a cool wind over a sweltering island bay. But remember I was there from the start…