Her

Her,
With Mahogany Skin and soft burnt umber eyes,
Smells of lavender, honey and sweet cocoa,
Moves like a fluid celestial being,
Hips, strong and fertile, and bosoms soft like clouds,
Hair as thick as wool, darker than charcoal, and flowing from her scalp like a spring,
Everything she touches turns to gold,
Richer than any king the world has ever seen,
Sitting on her throne, legs long and crossed,
A crown of golden orchards grace her head.
If I could only be a queen like,
Her.