Pretty Toes

Pretty toes

How could it be..

Nobody knows

How dare you walk by and they not stare

& follow those pretty toes

Pretty face

No makeup

Just pretty face,

Her smile so bright

Can’t be replaced

Her smell one of buttered cocoa or shea

I follow these pretty toes

Silky skin

Bronze colored

Her silky skin,

Lattes at night

the concurrence of all passion

I follow these pretty toes

Pretty mind

Hair luscious too

But her — pretty mind

She loves being an enigma

Only God knows her pretty mind

Outside of the box she thinks

Outside of the box we do

We share laughs in the closet

I keep her secrets there too