I made you in my image.
In a desert world was pulled beauty in the mist of ashes.
With dexterity you were sculpted from mahogany divine, pressured by global animosity to then form in the shape of curved majesty.
Two unequaled souls equipped for your completion. You were
created by sweet redbones and harsh brown timbre; molded from
sultry tenderness; dipped in chocolate gold with a rose finish.
Like a river does melanin flow within your veins. The sun is a
reflection of you.
Rhythm and blues is your essence, a gift passed from the ancestors.
Syncopation is the pulse and also positioned in your ordered steps.
Your speech even has melodious vigor, embracing a deep rich tone.
Peace is found inside resonance. Gently I place my hand on the larynx and blessed it with soft intensity. A song emerges from the departing lips,
reaching to the high heavens and the depths of the sea; exhaustive of passion, pleasure, and pride.
I took your heart and expanded it three times larger than average man;
overflowing of warmth and compassion;
polished with ubiquitous adoration. Comprehended as a monstrous blessing, but full acceptance of the love given converting into the love you give.
Further ornamented with immense, penetrating eyes; amazon legs; and adorned with a smile. With prominence walks into buoyant optimism, appeasing to the aesthetic senses.
Brown sugared epiphany crowned with nobility.
My magnum opus, created in my glory.