Poetry of the DarkChild | ||||
"Perfect Picture" Sitting in a corner alone wondering... why she's condemn to be without her own lover's song... Dark Queen... mother...daughter of dark sensuous hue sipping her glass of wine as she watches... observes... the crowded filled room Silk Satin tapered along the sides split so infamous revealing her thighs... contours a body of deadly seduction... Alluring... eyes of black emeralds hypnotically...beckoning...bewitching to any man's emotions... demeanor of eminent distinction... she delicately entices the male imagination with hopes of becoming her choice selection... Mistakened... Denied... Misunderstood... Dark Queen...of the sun and moon What lucky man will capture her heart even for just a moment... steal her away from this lonesome place... to appreciate her advanced education and high elevations... with great expectations without feeling intimidation... proposes a vast illustration of a mental fascination... Though she's bad in all ways imaginable a broken frame crumbles down around her... silently she cries out in this abstract existence Woman of color distinctive... submissive... drowning within a glass of Shiraz Vintage Dark brothers... men of historical pleasures... can you deny the surface to explore her treasure... acknowledge her strength... no need to contemplate a deceitful attempt... she only craves to partake of equal length Gently... with lustful lips she kisses a soft bliss across the top of her drink... beauteously... Dark Mahogany.... (c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson |