Petals of flowers at night so cold
Out in the garden shine, not fold
Enveloped by your caring, caressing to grow
Tons of love you shower to grow
Reams in dreams of clove roll in the cold
Your song in the garden echoes, not fold
Steaming with beams of love, not fold
Over the grasses that bloom and grow
Unveiling your harvest in gold, not cold
Pure and plushed hearts, not cold and do not fold,
in your soul that grow
I AM SHE..
QUEEN OF THE NILE.
FOR 9000 MILES,
I STILL WALK THE EARTH.
GIVING BIRTH,
WITH MYSTERIES.
OF REMEMBERING ME..
270 DEGREES,
MY PYRAMID STANDS,
TALLER THAN TREES.
PLUSHED IN GOLD.
AN STORIES, TOLD.
BUT NEVER UNFOLD.
I TRAVEL THE EARTH,
IN THE AFTER BIRTH,
GIVNG YOU LIFE,
STILL CUTTING LIKE A KNIFE.
I AM SHE...
THROUGH SUN AN CLOUDS.
RAIN AN SMILES.
STILL WALKING THE EARTH.
I'M, QUEEN OF THE NILE.....
BY: SHI RICKS.
6/8/2014
Tall, dark and handsome
With a muscular physic
He's everything a woman could ask for
He even has an impressive technique
Smooth as an aged
Bottle of fine wine
And filled with words
That’ll make a woman
Loose her mind
How can there be such a man
That’s just that sweet
And still be called a heterosexual
Never in my wildest dreams
Have I met a man
That’s plushed, polished and oh so sleek
Like a well written book
That I could critique
I’d give him nothing but rave reviews
And awards up the creek
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