MAAMI

i worship your hair.
yes, i do!
i worship the silken feel of its strands lighting your shadowy face.
yes, i love the snow in it.
snow, time have painted with its lustrous brush.

your eyes mesmerize me.
truly so!
the depth of your looks,
the laughter that winks in them,
hoards secrets and mystery behind hollowed chambers.
i like your eyes,
not wet with tears nor fears,
but with crease lines afore your cascading cheeks.

i adore your teeth,
housed behind falling walls.
fragile as a child's,
ity's chronicles stand scarce,
like an unproductive diseased cob.
...but with tales of wisdom.
these teeth that taught me my first lessons,
And soothed my childish angst.

your waist enthralls me.
beseechingly so!
sitting low under your cornered curve,
they hold memoirs of love and care,
non of its like to be measured.

i love your breasts!
tasty soft breasts,
enough to wheto desires.
its sagging poise,
speaks of the pride of giving to succulent lips,
that drew life and satisfaction from its fountain.