Ideal Woman

The writer distinguishes the differences and uniqueness that drove him into his ideal woman. He is fascinated by women in dresses and their walk. He explains the confusion they bring to him.

Ideal Woman

I don’t go for women with gold weaves crazy thighs,

Nor foresee a destination so close to their eyes

Came across one with curly hair brown eyes,

Her walk in heels was nothing compared to her skies

Walked in a room filled with short skirts pretty smiles,

Approached closer and found a long dress in galaxy eyes

Stared for a while and lost track in her sighs

No ask me her name, I’d tell you it’s undefined without wasting your time

You wonder if she is human or fake as her braids,

Please do not get me wrong, I’m also as clueless as you are!

By: Ts Mashile