My African Woman

Open Letter To The Golden Black Angel The black angel on earth, the one proud of her skin The hot chocolate in Africa, the one with glorious power The ebony strength beneath the sun, the one full of sensuous splendor. The golden black angel, the one flying the clouds The shining star in the rich land, the woman defining beauty The rich, the warm, the dark, the glittering flower breathing in Africa. Just look at her eyes, the narrow eyes sliding to the sides Just give a glance to her ruby lips, these syrupy, luscious and tepid lips Just stare closely at her smile, am sure you are zooming the sun. I feel her hypnotizing presence, the soothing aroma in the world I feel her soporific nature, the one that naturally sends me to the sky I feel her wafting movements, the movements worth every sane eye I feel her tantalizing voice, Scandalizing my ears to lick it. Am i forgetting her curves, the curves surpassing enchanted love potions? Am i forgetting her manners, the manners giving me bedroom tendencies? How can i? How can i not talk of the African woman? Eh? Tell her i adore her Yours African, Mzee Mwau.