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#hosh_kharamaima 
Have you seen my wife?
I mean these floral petals, 
wrapped in her aura.
Like sun-kissed morning breeze,
Soothing ones mind, to it's gist.

On my wrist, time flies like snow loosing its purity to African temperature.
It's her I'm struggling to grasp, perfectly perfected in her imperfection. 

Voluptuously, sculptured check.
Heaven must have exhausted its resource.

Caramel, touched check.
That no price tag melanin, can only be God shelved.

Stature, balanced check.
Rarity never walked this earth, to date beauty and the brains. Blue moon, I bow with nothing less than gratitude.

Poised, levels check
Thought only stones were capable of creating ripples, call professionals to resuscitate me here.

They don't make them, like this anymore.
I mean, stars gazes at her every glimpse.

like  stolen star dust, 
I'm forced to wear white silk gloves to handle her delicacies. 
Moon illuminates, at her every motion, like halo invisible attached to her crown.
Sun blows her glow, with kisses at every glance, incarcerate me before I be charged with the highest offense in the country; 
in possession of a hosh kharamaima!

Sitting here pondering, 
lost in wonders of my own thoughts, 
Fidgeting and counting numbers my brain can't fathom.

please tow me back to my senses. 
It's her over there, seething through my mind, 
got me hooked on that beautiful view, like a junkie but on her exquisite exuberance.

Wondering what level of ecstasy, you gonna subject me to, upon our next encounter.
Wish I could print out this picture perfect dangling on my mind wall, to a nearby sculpture, so to craft her every edge, every trim and every tone to the tier.
Cassper said, she's a hosh kharamaima
#Poetic_Ink

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