Onyx,
With sparkling stars within,
Like a dark summer's sky,
Are your mysterious, ebony eyes.

Creamy soft,
Is your sweet, Cinnamon complexion,
Your smile,
Is the envy, of the heavenly stars.

Your lips, like honey,
Delicious,
As the nectars, of the Gods
Your kisses,
Are angelic and divine.

Of you,
Men dream of, night and day,
Your charms,
Can incarcerate, any heart,
Along the way.

Men find you, continuously,
In their thoughts,
Forever you wonder,
Through the corridors, of their minds.

Perfection,
In his creation,
Were, God's thoughts,
Of your Cinnamon complexion.

By: William Bonilla......10/4/02