Ti Gason Léve
My mama used to say, in due time, God will show you. So from this perfect view at the park, all I can see is this beautiful angel. I love me a fine looking caramel skinned woman. There’s just something about them.
From where I sit, I can tell that God took twin stars from heaven and placed them in the dark pools of her eyes. She has a soul stealing stare, enthralling, enwrapping, and holding me hypnotized.
Her silky soft skin, molded from a cloud; shawty must be an angel, for this sight is unparalleled to any that I’ve ever seen. I do wonder though, why did God clip her wings, was she too great of a temptation, sending devilish thoughts and profane dreams?
Were her lips too sweet for paradise or was it her cat like purr and sway? Was it the careless ease with which her smile makes all else fades away?
He made women from man’s side, could she be my perfect fit? What once was broken made whole again or a prize no man will get.
A loud ass noise hit my right ear “ti gason léve” my mom said, “wap rési rate bus la matin an”