BLACK WOMAN IN THE SHOWER

I saw her walk into the shower,
A figure of feminine power,
Unencumbered by panties and bra
She looked the spirit of Africa.
 
Her chocolate skin, I thought in mirth,
Spoke for the Dark Continent of Earth;
Rounded hips that were made for making
Ebony princes, no mistaking.
 
Stomach, like the Serengeti, flat
And breasts for sucking, not just look at;
Legs that could run fast, like a gazelle
Or a lion rising to the smell.
 
The shower's cascade shines up her skin
Freshening her all like a new pin,
Like the great torrential rains
That fall on the savannah plains.
 
I rose to slide back the shower door.
Her behind stunning as her 'before'.
Kilimanjaro for me to climb
In the aftermath of this bathtime.