yoruba queen


I see
a goddess
with mahogany eyes

moving like heaven’s clouds
with so much poetry in her stride
she gleams in a golden aura

with that jiggle in her thighs
and the bounce in each of her breast
made Jesus’ face go in awe
even began applauding himself;

sweet as honey
she attracted masses of eyes
like swarming bees…

and I’m still praying that she only notices me.