To My Nubian Goddess Poem by Lyfe Tymme

Sorry to my Nubian goddess,
I got to u late; nevertheless
Went off sight when sleep covered my lids
But never mind my Indiana Pot am still followin the lead
Cos; I saw you in my dream wit rose
Rythemic harmony that froze
What helps; the warm breath to my neck
The goose-bomb touches; all in check
My experiences with my closed eyes
My wishes before my dries
'Tween you; between me
Win me n won you.....
Entwinin n climaxin'.
Will you marry me? questions you won't be askin'
Already did in my closed lids
All around was colorful pearls n beads.