Gentle View

Gentle View

Her face glorified by a gentle smile,
Her lips dry yet not repulsive,
Eyes beautiful brown like her skin,
Nose round like a morula tree fruit,
No artificial ingredients as hair evenly shaved,
Her chest adequately designed,
Raises eyebrows,
Hands a bit rough from chores,
Yet they possess the touch to send shivers across the spine,
Backside like a Da Vinci antique that turns heads,
Heightened well to avoid Shaka's reign,
Curves gentle like a ride towards God's window,
Motion stealthy, like a gentle breeze through the dry savannah,
Her shoe size perfect for Manolo's yet she prefers bare foot,
She is not photogenic for God watches her through a telescope,
For she is His marvelous creation after an angel,
And a gentle view for the eyes...