Scenery!

That’s her name.

I don’t give a damn what she says, what her teacher called her, or what her mom put on her birth certificate…

Those thighs lead up to that carrot cake… Wisdom body? Slightly indifferent…*

But She’s Alright…

Nothing to get excited about…

Unless you like orange moons in the daytime.

Make you say Yay, never Nay time.

Make a straight out of a gay time.

Emergency room after playtime.

Any March, April, or May time?

Mmmmmmmmmm…

Her smile is like home for a stray time…*

She’s Alright…

The color of Jazz and the scent of neo soul…

She’s got helpless lips.

They’d remind you of flavored vodka with a crayon…

They maximize the minimum, with a silky smooth rayon…

Those lips… A man would spend an entire day on…

She’s Alright…

If you like that sort of thing…

Me…

I like eyes of stupefaction.  Her wink is universal…

With that sexy eye contact, that’s only trained in rehearsal…

Perfect 20/20.  No redness.  Visine and Windex…

The pupils peep the people perfectly.  And stays on point like an index…

They own the perfect structure with nothing chinky about em’…

Even her purple tears could be squeezed out, and served in a bottle…

In a stare.  You can see her thoughts from her profile…

While asleep.  Her eye lids imprison the beauty in docile…

She Cool…

I mean.  No need to overreact…

At least not until your eyes taste her skin tone…

Pralines and pecan.  On a brown sugar waffle cone…

Your hands could stick to it, just like glue at first touch…

A sharp comparison to honey.  And you’ll lick it as such…

Complexed skin of wonder.  Without a bump, scrape, or bruise…

Complexion?  Or flashing lights upon a carnival cruise?

Color, and sensitivity of a brown paper bag…

Rakim’s Mahogany type flesh.  It enhances her swag…

She’s Alright…

But please; don’t sweat her yet.  You haven’t seen her hair…

Cause’ that shit got enough body and shine to make a blind man stare…

It just looks so warm and soft.  It should rap around me dick…

When she turns her head, it splashes.  Could make a brotha seasick…

Each thread and strand was needled in, by some sort of angelic power…

She washes it with stars, and debris from a meteor shower…

She is Alright…

She’s wifey type.  If you like your women stuck up…

She knows when to nag.  When to brag.  And when to shut the fuck up…

She can cook.  She can clean.  And she’s a genius in bed…

Menstrual time of the month; No worries.  She gives good head instead…

She’s a know it all who listens and still learns every night…

But don’t get too excited about her. 

She’s only just alright!

 Slank you very much!!!