MasterPiece

This poem is not exactly sexual...or observational...or love. Just a feeling about a past love I had.


You …are…a piece of art.
Every inch of you is intricately made and excitably fixed beautiful.
Just the look of you is like a masterpiece by Van Gogh.
All of you from your hair to your toes is put together just right.
You…are…deliciously created and tastefully delightful to watch.
Mesmerizing is what you are…
A king by nature.
Your stance shows great power in you and your words bring insightful strength of you.
Even your name brings joy to my ears…
Have it dancing about each time I hear it called…
As your name bounces off my tongue my mouth waters with delight just to speak it.
When you walk into a room you receive a personal standing ovation from my eyes.
Visioning what my hands would do if I had you alone to myself.
Ahhh….a perfect creation of blackness…
A masculine version of phenomenal…
Maya couldn’t fathom imagination of your beauty…
Inside and out…
The command of the tone in your voice gives me pleasure unimaginable.
Have me speaking in tongue twists and feet all twist tied when in your presence.
Even your shadow is of statuistic greatness that deserves all attention.
No words can dress you up in your royal character of beauty.
Your walk commands no introduction just your being gives alert of your presence.
The complexity of every elaborate element of your body is alluring.
You within yourself make up the definition of extraordinary.
In all of what is made of you a master piece of art is all I see.