BECCA

Becca!
Behold, beauty.
Behold, beaming beauty.
Babel's bread baker, bellowed. Between
a mouth full of muffin.

Is it her skin?
Sleeky, it reflects the sun's smile.
Dark and daring,
like caramel and soot in accordance.

Becca!
Do smile and expose us to a world.
A novel cosmos,
Wherein, lips lovingly lay firmly on each other.
Like a set of sleeping twins,
trying not to vex each other.

Tongue, flexible, peeping and red
like the inside of a pomegranate,
Caved in by an army of teeth,
like little pieces of ivory.

Becca!
Her bosom, taut and beckon each every walk.
Elegance; it's worth, only in gold.
Euphony to my ears, appraisals of my beloved.

Becca!
Her heart, my mecca.
Her soul my solace.
Alas! this beauty is imperfect
Alas! This beauty is hollow
Alas! This beauty hath no wits
adorned with.
What to tell mama now?
The thought alone fevers me
I promised her a beauty,
not a bride bereft of brains.