Wonderful Woman

By Kimberly Scott

Look at you, Miss Thang

Your punctilious lips, your persuasive hips

They speak to me from every angle

Your lips intrigue with a passionate pout

Your hips, your hips, they sway as the river

Except only for me

Your voice is like a nightingale’s

Lovely and sweet

I’d never known such perfection

Until my ears heard for themselves

When I look upon your face

It is the sunshine bright on a Sunday morning

It shines though

Even when the sun sets

Your legs are long

Your hair is wild fire

Not to be tamed or attained

You are wondrously and magnificently made

Yes, I am beautiful.




Category: Poetry