Treasure Poem by Stephen Omolori

Tell me, darling, is it Ibiza, St. Tropez,
Anguilla, Marrakech, Barbados, Rome, or Paris
You'd want to visit for a getaway,
Leaving behind the work and stress found in this country?
Would you like to watch sunrise and sunset
With me from one of the beaches in St. Kitts?
Since you're the only one I like to pet,
I will buy you that Gucci bag that fits.
Whenever it's hot, I'll put ice on your neck,
Showing you that a treasure should be treasured.
Though brown sugars abound, you alone fit my spec,
Dwarfing beauty queens where beauty is measured.
If everybody knows you the way I do,
They'd say, "Not enough for what she does for you."