Dark skinned and highly cognizable
With a plainly prolonged face suckled in its saving grace
Splatters and drips from the running depth of the ocean
Swift and sheen in full apparition
Courteously incredible in all spites

Hips encapsulated in moving figures
Sauvely fresh and curved up in oval shapes
Beauty on a stalk with its skin on the intend to abscond
Gushing sighs from behind in affirmation
Eyes like snatches from the pacific
Teeth forming like purified sources from the coastal down the mount

If she was a place she would have been my world
Ode to the nightingale that asserts her firmness
The hourglass bodied in vision and thesis
Onlookers on the exterior mounting pleasure
The only deity the soul longs for
Her tenderness a deal prorogued

Beauty without wall paintings and canvas
Ointments are mere makeovers on her dark soft pedal
Legal outfits at the befitting end
Spotless and vibrant like a scooping mirror falling across
Alluring in smile a recall to the young old days of the fairies

Dark skinned and humble in heart
Always on a soft thread across the borderline of the route
Mouths agape in marvel at the dazzling pictogram
Her black is extremely beautiful




Beauty that dazzles
A Poem by Mosunmola Ayodeji

nice write up. That is a very good one. keep the pen speaking.