But With No Strength For Word Poem by RONALD K SSEKAJJA

But with no strength for word

Glossy lips like Xenson's oil painting
And you will crave with that wanting
And her being her, you will keep on waiting
A captivating stare with shadowy eyes gazing
Thick painted eye blows, so inviting
And you pray, but no one is rescuing

So she holds you with that look
A firm questioning stare that gets you shook
That Ganda nose but shapely, you may call her spook
But that African queen; so many men's hearts, she took

Her lips are parted but say no word
Her velvet chocolate skin painted but with no balm
Chisel curving chins denoted but with no cloud
And that dazzling eye shadow clotted but with no cream
I love what I see painted
But with no strength for word