Heaven is at the foot of Mother…
Shortly, after school a young boy is seen running home bursting through the front door of his home, clutching and waving his cell phone, gasping for air. His mother turns, looks at him and says, “Slow down son. What’s the excitement all about?” The boy shakes his head and manages to say, “Hey Ma. Look what I’ve found.”
Sheza visual druq lord, even a child can see her beauty bearing gifts.
The shimmering glistening glow
From her teeth has the incredible power
Of a blinding ray of sunlight
Her smile will light up a dark room
And from the heat of the night
Make a Sterling Silver flower bloom
Of heavenly thickness for all eyes to ponder
Forcing imaginations to wander
Breath taking to say the least
Full of inspiration for a nation that’s in desperate need of a savior
She makes me smile when I try hard not to, smile.
She deserves flowers and all a persons hours, throughout of the day.
I often wonder what she smells like so I can write about her fragrance.
She has a “Game Show” love connection type of a smile that connects the dots across continents.
A still image doesn’t capture the beauty in its totality.
Technology cheats the eye of the spirit and it stains the lens. It imbues the entire range of her magnificent scope.
New York City’s finest
When she walks the streets it becomes timeless
A rare sore sight to see
Worth more in her weight in gold to witness
My NYC beauty queen
Who doesn’t know
What she means to me
More than a memory
That stays on my mind
I need her to be more than a friend on a timeline
Milk shake shakin’ enough to make the entire world quake
Slurpin’ & burpin’ cookies n cream no straw needed
She got that pool of water deep enough for birds to soak in
Alpine fine Milksilos
Blows my mind though
Bedroom steaming daydreaming eyes. What color are they tonight? She looks and must smell like heaven, sunshine and spicy 🌶 vegan pizza. She gives off that slippery slope water affect, free flowin’, all out wave effect. Surfs up (Splash).
The satisfaction of an magnifying enlighten attraction from a distant star.
A red dot
True dead shot
One that will make a man’s head rock
Backwards then forward and tilt to the side
Oh sweet Jesus, my personal and silent hallelujah.
It’s, The Little Lord…