My Secret Love Affair
Sitting here in the shoe store
Surrounded by
Faltering beige, ardent scarlet, murderous black
Shades that have my never ending devotion
The allure of an azure deuce
To embellish my ever moving foundation
Or perchance the charisma of jade will enhance my complexion
I cannot decree a favorite
And yet, I know I will have to
But which? Which? Which?
A low sagacious heel, or a perhaps a killer stem booster
Indeed a love affair, but my affection of feet decor cannot compare to how
I love the hourglass of my waist , how rounded
My hips sway with the right shoes on
I swagger with ego steaming from my fundamental nature
With the perfect skirt
And the sunshine angled carefully on my person
Even without the shoes or the clothes or the purses or the jewels
I am a woman, I am beautiful, and I am in love with
the reflection is envious of the smile on my lips
I am not adorable and petite
But my size has taken a backseat to my appeal
Nor am I rich or poor
But you do see the determination in these deep chocolate eyes of mine
I am
F L A W E D
But I am beautiful.
I don’t need you to love
The curvature of the small of my back,
The clinch of my stomach
The flare of my hips
The apple-cinnamon scent
In my dark, long, luscious black hair
Or the victory in my almond eyes
For my secret love affair,
The love of myself keeps me warm at night
Man can fall over himself over and over
Over and over
the mystery between my thighs
I don’t need to show my body to let him know what I have
Because it’s already in my stride
To love a man, well and first-class
A woman must love herself equally.
I am not weak, I am strong
I am not incapable, I am talented
I am not foolish , I am intelligent
I am flawed, but I am beautiful
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