Belinda

Crafted out of the finest clay,

Molded by the finest hands,

Her smile, vibrant, like a flower blooming,

Her laugh contagious, like a cancer.

 

Loud, like a thunder,

Her beauty is unavoidable,

she makes me weak,

vulnerable, and happy.

 

She smells of lavender and roses,

Her skin, a tone of beautiful smooth black,

Her eyes, the size of a distant moon,

magnificently still in white.

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