If I were your woman

I would borrow the brightness of the sun

To throw more light on you

And plead for heavenly lenses

To zoom all your righteousness



If I were your woman

Your meals would be indigenously prepared

Mostly by my hands and ours

And served hot

After my tongues of fire lick your burning flames dry



If I were your woman

I would never forget Saturday night powder

I would make it the smell of expectation

And always package your toffees right

Like selleable mortal gate which flames desires



If I were your woman

As darkness stretches to wake

I would bath with passion’s lusty fountain waters

Wearing seduction’s power secrets

To dance to your satisfaction’s pole



If I were your woman

Cuddling would mostly be my fort

As I prepare these petit shoulders into a queen size bed

To lullaby you to sleep in heavenly dreams

For your soul to bathe in peaceful streams



If I were your woman

Your boys boys will always have their place

Because it would give me time to write my thoughtly say

And give you the life of catching up

So your perspective of association will not be monotonous



If I were your woman

All your grumblings will be songs to my ears

Your rap would be my tap

Your sports my cheerleading spot

As your lot would be my lot



If I were your woman

I would earn your respect by working for us

Making you love your few flirtings with kitchen tools

As I grant you quickies to reward your efforts

Sometimes on kitchen cabinets to be spontaneous



If I were your woman

Friction would be erased with good diction

Followed by loving tendering

Like new coupling swans

In a very beautiful stream



If I were your woman

If only I were your woman and you were my man

Threats of separation would only be in death’s mouth

For I would be yours and yours completely

As your eyes would be my earthly mirrors

If mine would be yours too for the left baths the right and vice versa

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

(This post was inspired by a fellow blogger called Mz Akweley)

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

12 replies on “WERE I YOUR WOMAN”

My kinda woman! Whoever doesn’t appreciate someone like that needs a boot to the butt (with a bayonet on the boot), literally! Just sayin’.

Love this piece, all jokes aside. Reading gives me the strength I need to step to the plate. Sadly, most men-especially black men in the US-are just not getting the memo. Fellas, pay attention.

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