
Hush!
Hush oh maidens!
Cease now your clatters
You daughters of Eden
Hush, that I may speak of beauty
True beauty, not vain nor vile
She steps out in grace, a paragon with simplicity
I behold beauty raw, natures' touch unstained
Exquisite radiance, unhindered
My wines mingled
My heart roved back and forth
To behold this bundle
In perspiration drenched, I lie in wait
To explore the vastness of this ebony
without fear of variegation
To fondle her hair in a hide and seek
And not fear a wig's falling off
To cup her cheeks in both hands
and not be coated with layers of pink ash
To span the length of her manicured nails
And not have false nails falling off
To kiss her soft and delicate lips
And not be smeared with red mud
In bowls of flesh I sit and wait
Agbo mma, the wife of her husband
A bull of Bashan
An epitome of virtue
Your husband is honored at the gates
Your children, they rise and call you blessed
Agbomma.....
You are a man's dream come true



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