Magnificent Black Woman

A dream is a wish the heart makes, And the moment I saw you My heart wished you to be mine So to say that you are my dream Would be merely stating the truth, But only in it=s rawest, simplest form Since in truth, it is an understatement at best for in the beauty of your eyes I see the depth of what love could and should beY An ever changing process by which two hearts become one Growing and sharing together Dancing to the beautiful melodies created by love=s symphony Swooning with style and grace as birds on the wind Carried by the new hopes and promises of tomorrows to be shared And the bond of friendship, love and togetherness. The warmth of your smile brings to mind happiness untold The kind that lasts forever then begins again Only to be better than the time before Filling the heart from within with a special warmth and Awe inspiring beauty that takes away the breath Touching and moving the very soul of all creatures. A ray of sunshine, fresh dew upon the petal of a rose, Even the moon=s soft glow upon the bluest of waters Pale in comparison to the majesty of your smile Hearing the sweet sound of your laughter Places the listener among the blessed few Who have truly heard the angels sing. Ever so softly caressing the senses with the ability To spontaneously spawn new visions of peace and tranquillity Cool shades of blue glide carelessly across the senses And sensuously stroke the inner soul of the mind Allowing all cares to escape through the pores of understanding Leaving only tranquillity. Skin softer than the finest silk. Beautiful to the smell and to the touch Fingers feel the contact as a clear mountain stream Gently massaging each point A soothing fire stems from the flesh Cleansing those that come in contact Of any and all inhibitions Seductively begging to be stroked, massaged and caressed While hidden pleasures are released to the massager. Body of a goddess. Need I say more ? Dare I? For fear of not completely expressing all that is? Dare I not? For fear that no one should live life and not be given the chance To know for themselves what perfection is like. Style, grace, eloquenceY. nice words to be heard But drastically ineffective in expressing the majesty Of a woman masterfully created by God himself To be the embodiment of the black woman=s beauty. The pleasure of watching her motion brings tears to the eyes No greater masterpiece ever there was. The woman inside is strong, smart, loving and kind. Springtime in the mountains, by a lake. Sleek of mind and spirit as well as body. All things come here to meet. A beginning with no end, an end with no sorrow. To know is to love, to love is to cherish Mere moments can turn around the down trodden Does she bless you with her presence. Be ever glad and humble for few aspire to this height.