The Black Gold

She is a Black woman, the black gold,
The first melody of the world,
She is the color of earth after rain, rich, breathing, alive,
Her melanin glows like warm bronze kissed by the sun’s worship,
Her scent drips caramel and wild honey,
Her hips roll like soft thunder beneath silk skies,
Each outline a remnant of creation’s finest hour.

Her body, chiseled by the patient hands of eternity,
Waist cinched like whispered secrets of dusk,
Thighs smooth as riverstones, strong yet tender,
Breasts rise with the grace of new mornings,
Her skin, liquid gold beneath the calm of daylight.

Her face, a portrait where galaxies pause,
Eyes deep enough to drown both sorrow and sin,
Lips ripe with the sweetness of mercy,
Cheeks brushed with sunrise and quiet flame,
And when she smiles, even angels forget their songs.

@doddyokelo