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.