She is the Queen Sheba- the last and authentic one to ever grace the earth, her skin calls your name, her eyes just the same. The piercings on her skin represents more than just adornment, they represent the significance of the colonies under her. Her hair- made in Africa -curled from the very roots of beauty, her neck so slender built like it was meant to please. Her iris speaks differently, Both male and female- they are enthralled by the sight of her, every king’s soul yells “Be mine, be mine” her lips are alive, they talk, they feel, they listen. If only she were here, right in front of me, I would read my soul to her, but no- I’d leave that to you.