Black Woman. Poem by Pius beeps Adamu

Woman, raven of the tropics.
You are lovely, and I sing to you this song,
With sadness missing the warmth of your arms.
I have waited in the dark night.
And have for long befriended the hooting owlets..
My woman, I have long waited for your voice.
That soft voice that calms the tornado.
You have long been silenced by your lovers,
Those with lips of honey.
Pouring curses guised in praises.
They long have deceived you.
Woman, pure black woman,
Creamy like the sunset.
Blessed  with beauty.
You are the peace of the falls
Whooshing in melodic Apogee.
I await you in the night,
By my doorstep with arms wide open.
And high spirited bliss..
My woman, the only seed of joy.
I have long dreamt of the day
We shall twine like stems of the mangrove.
The moon shines at your command.
Your lips are smooth and soft.
They are the delight of dripping honey
In which I yearn wholeheartedly.
My woman, black like coal.
You are befitting for princes.
Befitting as the goddesses..
Woman, your extravagant beauty is vivid.
Your piercing eyes strikes my heart like the hard clap
Of thunder in the fall of September.
You walk and the ground trembles.
 Noses raise to perceive your smell
Which gladdens the heart.
Your soft voice delights the sun.
And it stretches wide upon the plains.
The dazzle of your teeth denies the stars
The honor of twinkling their hearts out.
Africa my heroine. 
The woman with a heart of gold.
I look into your eyes,
Those that are the replica of the eclipse.
I see the thunderbolt in your eyes
And they strike me to ecstatic silence.
Here I am, here I stand like a drifter.
With my lips agape,
Pondering about your uniqueness..
The glitter of your skin shines,
like beads of water from the nile.
O woman, I have stretched my neck
In the wide plains expecting your coming.
But I depend on the royalty of time
Through the patience you have taught me.