Our Once African Queen
Take wishes from ever decreasing circles,
into an everlasting reminisce of absorbing high noon’s rays,
to where two minds align their longing for sensuality’s wishes
as they sunbathe upon the decking of elegance, until the stars dance
Has a moment been held higher in photographic regard ?
A night long past, treasured, but never betrayed.
One goddess half wrapped in Egyptian cotton sheets, resting tired eyes,
closed beyond the portholes of what’s seen
A body of art and sculptured porcelain skin in a half light,
capturing effortlessly her femininity and grace, whilst in innocent refrain,
now moored with declarations of nostalgia that reminded morning never to board,
our once African Queen…
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