LUST
Lust
She makes my heart beat
Sounds of Africa Drums
When ivory faces
Sailed a shore of the motherland
Her cotton fabrics
Elaborates her pear shape
As I walk closer to her
Aroma: is sweet and low
Citrus fruits, sprinkled with splenda
When she speaks
She is a symphony of trumpets and violins’
I look into her eyes
And
I see my future
My sons, daughter, my grandchildren
My home and my grey hair
Then she passes me by
BYE!!!
She was just
A
Dream Deferred
By Wakime Sharri Hauser