Undress Me!
My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the
alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.
My eyes are dough-y saucers and my skin emits
banana-cherry-peachy beams that do something of what a hologram does in the
sun’s eyes.
My hair is a mass of silky coils; not cake-ily kinky like
afro hair is supposed to be.
My breasts stand-fall kissable and the skin of my butt, my
hips and my thighs ripples when my foot meets the ground.
