THE ONE

The one
She ought to nurture
This body of mine subjected to God as his temple,
For he dwells in me.
The Dora in her is an adorer
Not an explorer, for she is done searching.
My devotee, she trust in me.
These places we opted to walk while holding hands are never godforsaken.
Eyebrows so curvy, put your head on my chest, my lady
Feel my heartbeat and prove me right when I say; it beats for you.
Your being is so earthly but this love you give is heaven's
Let me bring goosebumps with my soothing hands to that
Skin dyed brown but still glows.
Partially adding light to my sombre days
I can not get enough kissing those lips that shape yours words
And make them linger inside my head every time I miss you.
Am not done touching those hips attached to yours legs,
That run fluidly to me and jump to reach my height for a kiss.
Am not done because you are;
The one