My Secret Love Affair

Sitting here in the shoe store Surrounded by Faltering beige, ardent scarlet, murderous black Shades that have my never ending devotion The allure of an azure deuce To embellish my ever moving foundation Or perchance the charisma of jade will enhance my complexion I cannot decree a favorite And yet, I know I will have to But which? Which? Which? A low sagacious heel, or a perhaps a killer stem booster Indeed a love affair, but my affection of feet decor cannot compare to how I love the hourglass of my waist , how rounded My hips sway with the right shoes on I swagger with ego steaming from my fundamental nature With the perfect skirt And the sunshine angled carefully on my person Even without the shoes or the clothes or the purses or the jewels I am a woman, I am beautiful, and I am in love with the reflection is envious of the smile on my lips I am not adorable and petite But my size has taken a backseat to my appeal Nor am I rich or poor But you do see the determination in these deep chocolate eyes of mine I am F L A W E D But I am beautiful. I don’t need you to love The curvature of the small of my back, The clinch of my stomach The flare of my hips The apple-cinnamon scent In my dark, long, luscious black hair Or the victory in my almond eyes For my secret love affair, The love of myself keeps me warm at night Man can fall over himself over and over Over and over the mystery between my thighs I don’t need to show my body to let him know what I have Because it’s already in my stride To love a man, well and first-class A woman must love herself equally. I am not weak, I am strong I am not incapable, I am talented I am not foolish , I am intelligent I am flawed, but I am beautiful