A beautiful woman
before your eyes may seem fine
her aura as intoxicating as wine
within her
are thoughts as sour as lime
her intentions
those of a snake in a vine
her eyes shine
beckoning you into her lire
setting your heart and loins on fire
be wary
she might just show you how it feels to be in the middle of a bonfire
the love of a beautiful woman
flows into you like a desert river
..its stay is long enough only to forge painful memories
the love of a beautiful woman
is as mesmerising as the african sunset
..blink
and darkness falls over you
Relax, Max...of course, it isn't always this way...but i do believe the author has truly captured what it's like when it is...and done it with style and grace! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's pretty hot stuff Tinashe, hope you are wiser the next time. Sincerely Ernestine Northover