Your brown skin
forces me to
flirt with lust
& your voice
covers as medicine
for my mentality
yet it still
drives me crazy,
my eyes
dialate within
the hue
of your texture
& it sparkles
my attention
to you
close to me,
it is defined
under the moisture
from my lips
then supplies
your every want,
the definition of sexy
understates
my thoughts of you
as they go around
in a sensual whirlwind,
multitasking into
forbidden dreams
and all I can
think about is
chocolate skin
mocha eyes
and caramel lips
all over
my senses...
(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2007.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Chocolate Mocha Caramel
Posted by Pryncess Poetiq at 7:17 PM
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1 comments:
wow! the ending of that was great to compliment the rest of the poem...i loved it!
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