Laroy West

O’ Wondrous White Woman Where Art Thou?

by Laroy West

O’ white woman O’ white woman! Where art thou, O’ Wondrous white woman?

Ten seconds in, thee breadth of thine temporal presence are crown jewels in mine wakeness, and the majesty of mine melancholic mornings, for there is only the wage of cold war in mine woeful woke, until mine grievous gall is cast upon thee sublime shoreline of thou grandiose grace of thee. Thine carnal portrait incarnate manifest in presence is the poise of mine pacific peace.

O’ White woman O’ White woman where art thou, O’ Wondrous white woman? For ye are rarefied raceme ripened fruit unto the soreness of mine shallow sight, sweet nectar of which mine baby brown eyes delight. Generous provision unto my famished vision; thine pomegranate presence is a paradigm for paradise, inflict not upon me thy wrath of thine abstruse absence, but forgive me mine intrinsic intellectual iniquities, forsake not thine palatial presence from me, O’ wondrous white woman? For mine blackened heart is hardship heavy and every scintilla second of thou pearlescent presence before me, is as holy as thy lord's blessings. Selah sipping salaciously the enchanting white wine of thine perignon presence… Every time I see thee, mine cup runneth over. Thou plateful presence is my shepherd; I shalt not be in want. I testify thou visual visits are wet kisses, and mine lick-you lips are witness halleluah!!! Muah!!! Smooches!!!

O’ wondrous white woman! O’ wondrous white woman! Where art thou?