Figurine Poem by Kelly Iyogun

Is she a goddess, an angel or a mermaid? that i do not know.
She descends from the clouds arrayed with the finest of gold, diamond and jasper,
clothed with the sun and the moons for a crown,
Her hairs are like flying and sparkling shades of silver.
She has a smile like that of a crescent moon,
Deep down her eyes are sparkles the stars had never shown that a man drowneth in them.
Black is beauty, that i know cause her skin are like rivers of flowing chocolate candy
She is built like the figure eight, heavy on
both sides,
Her breast are like two big succulent oranges heavy like ajar of palm wine,
Her nipples are dark red and soft like raspberry, her waist is like a
heap of wheat set about with lilies.
The curves of her thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Her legs, long and slender that each strides she makes are like the sounds of droplets of water on an ocean.
Oh! ! ! How i love it when she speaks because her voice echoes like that of a million cherubs,
The fragrance of her breath, like apples and cinnamon.
Her lips, my God how I love to kiss them
and drown in the juices of her tongue which taste of honey and milk.
She is a symbol to behold,
I pray I do not blasphem if I call her the feminine side of God.
She is African, she is the definition of
beauty, intelligence and wisdom as
every word she utters conotes brilliance
and perfection,
She is my Beloved, myAngel; She is my Figurine.