Honey
The word 'honey' can be replaced with chocolate, caramel, or whatever else you call your skin. This poem is a declaration of self love!
The feel, sticky fingers
The smell, sweet skin
The look, beautifully golden
As I sit outside I feel the sweetness from the sun fall onto me
As my body gets warmer, perfectly made
As I see people passing by, staring at my honey
I feel the pressure and deeper the honey goes
Caramelized wholly, no error calculated
The sun is my source of confidence
She looks after me, showing me her love every day
Caramelizing me from her generous fever
I take a look at my skin and smile with great pleasure
No longer feeling the tension of narrowing eyes
I embrace my honey, as its gods gift to me
Honey, honey, honey! Beautifully caramelized!
About the Creator
Quader’a Henry
Welcome,
My name is listed above. But, most individuals refer to me simply as "Q".
Enjoy!
Asante sana & Asé!
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