Fine Curves…

Day 12/52

I wanna talk curves today, but I’m blown away by your smile.

Perfectly shaped and molded, and still Kings bow down in the presence of your awe.

Flat lines ain’t flatter, but your touch just makes them smoother.

Soft palms that know no pain, eyes that pierce right through, and still I’m breath taken.

Charmed and strapped in your soft voice I’ve become a prisoner,

and Yet to taste the touch of your lips makes me feel finer.

To hold you in my arms is a dream, your arms wrapped around me hits different,

yet staying away from you is worse.

Eyes closed, movements still, the world on a hold,

and across the road…

I wish I could shout out loud your name in the rain,

but…

All I see is you, beautifully clad in black with your fine curves.

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Dating a writer and a poet seems to be every girl’s dream🤔 until they know they are broke😁 (Just kidding😁), but what will become of those that ain’t any of those? Often times I find pleasure in playing around with poetry. To me, it’s a beat, that I get to jump to, a song that I can hymn to, a voice that I listen to, and a mind that I interact with.

This turns out to be one of my latest pieces so far. The mind behind it, I honestly can’t tell, all I know is that I felt this strong urge to write, it couldn’t let me rest till I had this down in fine print.

I’ve not really had time to analyze it myself🙈🙈🙈 but one thing I’m certain of, poetry at times is appreciation, and in this piece, I appreciate beauty that takes pride not in her beauty, but in the people she surrounds her self with. Humbleness, Humbleness that knows when to speak, and when not to, a soul that knows the power in reaching out, and not cuddling herself in her pouch.

This piece is about the quiet events, people and moments that come in our lives silently, and much in ways that we least notice their entrance, find peace in their presence as they beautifully rock our world, and don’t ever wish them to be anywhere else, other than right next to us, but still us finding lots of excuses to run away.

I hope you know who/what rocks your world even when you can’t let them know it.