A Late Night Guest Poem by najeeb momoh

There she was just lying down.
On her head a royal crown.
It is an honor to watch her lie,
Like weakened cherub that couldn’t fly.

To what do I owe this splendid moment?
I watched in amazement without a comment.
A queen of natural make of beauty.
My guess tonight is damn too pretty.

What magnificent work of astonishing curve.
A priceless frame for kings to love.
There she was just lying free…,
Like twisted mamba on an apple tree.

For several moments I paused to stare,
To have a glimpse of her perfect rear.
My feelings for her I’ll always fight,
Hoping some day I’ll make things right.
Sleep tight my dear, my pretty friend.
I hope this moment would never end.