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Incomplete portrait

 I met a pretty queen 
whose eyes sparkled like  
the diamonds of Sierra Leone 
whose lips as red and hot  
as chili pepper 
whose cheeks charmingly dark 
as the night skies 
whose hair as smooth as 
the silks of the merchants of Persia 
and her palms as soft and versatile   
as the clays of the garden of eden  
she bears breast, ripen breast  
meant for only kings 
her shape like the 
curves of the mighty Limpopo 
her legs like the cedars of Lebanon 
the sound of her footsteps like  
the rhythms of the xylophone 
 But though i am a professional artist  
no amount of paint and textures can portray 
a full portrait of the queen of my dreams.

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