The woman by Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa

She fills me with joy,
she bathes me in warmth,
my mouth gaped and frothed,
my gaze never broke nor dropped.

She is beautiful, her eyes roll,
she dazzles me with her smile,
every blink holds me in one spot,
her presence is a lightning that smites me.

The sinuous curvature,
the gracefulness of touch,
the sense of confidence she dolls out,
the woman affirms meaningful life.

Draw me with your nakedness;
the one that brims with honesty and love,
let your voice be music to my ears,
pull at the string of my heart.

Be the ink on my blank paper,
you are the sense behind my reason,
the light in my open eyes,
the radiance of my smile.


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