The Enchantress Poem by Emmanuel Chikody

I thought they said the beautiful ones are not yet born?
But here is one I've met and she makes heads turn.
Melting mortal mountains like wax with just a smile,
Her acquistion of this exquisite charm is vague.
Once upon a time she must have been a priestess.
The sculptor sculpted out this idyllic sculpture,
From legs that were carved out of the finest wood,
Hips tucked in like the wings of an eagle,
To a belly which spreads out like the plains of the Serengeti,
Up to that soft round breast and clipped nipples that plumps the depth of feminine charms,
Along with a neck that boast of the only head,
Having hairs that cascade down like zillions of waterfalls,
With molten eyes and succulent lips that leads to rapid volcano.
Mother nature presents her utmost treasure

The enchantress!
Yes! That's what I call her
At the sight of her, I disguise my feelings with a blank page.
But my heart do not fail to complain about its encumbrance by the rib cage.
Every idea branded to prove this feeling is lust,
Shows a clean pair of heels leaving the air with dust.
Like every mortal mountains, I've always had a deep crater inside of me,
Cause by the eruption of molten magma the first day she was beside me.
But I can't let her know; Not now that my valley are filled with settlers
Caves filled with beast, and I've become a dung site for birds.
Probably when my coast is clear and I have a clean free flowing tributary,
Then she can come and make me her place of sanctuary,
Adorn me with her idols and fill me with echoes of her enchantment.
The enchantress! !