She walks with beauty
Like the stars in the sky
Beguiling every mind and eye
Even that of angels above the sky
Her footsteps, the earth adores
Like Achilles relished wins in wars
And Jurassic Park tells of dinosaurs
And other carnivores
Her hip with the pearl bead
In the mind plays myriad beats
That even the holy would concede
To the rhythm of the rare, vibing beats
Her voice's more scintillating
Than twelve thousand nightingales
Together singing
In reality or an eon of fairy tales
Her chest carries the most beautiful
Work of art, no words can tell in full
And though always covered in wool
They're ever up like the horns of a bull
In all my being
This beauty I have never seen
On any, but my woman, my queen
Oh, how I marvel at her melanins
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