My Tranquility

I strip down,
my body is now bare.
In the mirror I look at myself from head to toe,
proud to be a woman of seasoning,
a woman of soul
I twist
and I turn
looking at everything.
My waist, hips, breasts, thighs
I do appreciate.
In the natural, I am at my best.

I step in the shower,
let the water massage my back,
I work up a lather,
shampoo in my hair,
I smell pear,
and maybe a little peach.
The phone is ringing but I don't care
being natural is the only time I have to myself.

I turn the water off
damn...
left my towel on the bed
as i walk towards it,
a trail of water follows me there,
with nothing to wrap me,
I am cold and my body is bare

but...

I stop and look in the mirror
I look at myself
My hair lets water drip on my face,
and my eyes are red,
no towel so my body is wet
Water just trickling, from here to there.

I turn and I twist
I look at everything
a chocolate donut, dipped in a soft glaze
I see and I smell,
hair of peach,
and a body of pear.

Grabbing the towel I dry my body,
my hair protest and drips with jealousy
dripping on my chest
trickles down my back
I wrap it up in the towel
Gotta lotion myself
this dripping water ain't gonna help.

and yessss.....
I am looking in the mirror
as the scent of pear engulfs me,
my hands are like whirlwinds all over my body.
And when i am done
my skin is smooth, it is silky
my eyes twinkle
and I have glow...

Sing to me Jaheim
Tell me about that ghetto love
make me smile as i put my facial moisturizer on.
As i slip into a cami, boy short
ensemble
why silk of course.

Free my hair now free from captivity
leaving my curls to air dry now
Then spray of pear body splash
float all about
and then...
the bell rings, I think he is here.
My natural is now hidden
by an artificial presence
and time to myself must now come to an end.

And then briefly again...
I look in the mirror.
I am pleased
I am me,
A seasoned,sexy lady.
A woman of soul
And my natural is a song.
And every time it plays,
I am set free.