Her Walk Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The night air is arresting the sound of her music as she plays on Venus.

She is the epitome of love as she takes her throne on the Nile River.

Niagara Falls sent her a river of love to behold because of her beauty.

Sailing the waters of her island she becomes the stream of hearts desires.

Her nature of dreams began with her areola being gently touch in the rain.

She turned her sheets into an Arabian Night of love that she envisioned for him.

Singing with the wings of doves flying in the night she escorts his kisses with her lips.

Her summer days are filled with nights that require a love that is undocumented.

Growing in all facets of his desires she uplifts his nature to heights unknown.

He hears her melody arriving from the wind of her stilettoes as she drowns in his arms.

Swimming in his body she navigates his journey of expectations that time erased.

His winter wonderland is holding the fragrances of her body with the sound of his desires.

Her caramel French lips are entering his legacy of unwavering nights as he holds her words from his pillow.

Dangerous times and movements are ahead because of the anatomy of her walk.


Written by Theodore Mosley
April 17,2017