She
Her lips, something sweet
Sun Kissed, honey dipped, cocoa butter jems -- hand picked
A real hamlet with her flows
Sistah sultry with a dash of Oshun
Her soul breezes with ease at the passing of each moon
My earth toned astronaut
She fed me brown sugar
From her warm wooden spoon
A deep lagoon
Treacherous yet majestic
She trapped me in her webbing
Laid weapons of mass affection
I'm mapping out the directions of these spoken words back to her tongue
Tongue tied in her tye dyed skies
Tipsy off her spoken rum
Her body, a dagger
Leaving gashes, abrasions, lacerations on my private places
Locations unknown to the eye
She's the cure to lonely nights
I, unbeknownst to the high
Side eye peaks of her bosom
She's blossoming before my damn eyes
Kisses, every spectrum of the rainbow
Delicate profound hues that tame the soul
There she goes
Eating away at my temple
My words, lost like the last piece to your Legos
Her fragrance, Ethiopian maple
She's serving food for thought
Shit, let me set the table
Something ethereal
Sister of the stars
Mother to Mars
Miss Madame gypsy
Collide with me
Design with me
Inspire these temporary forevers
Skin, deep like molasses
We have meetings at her mattress
Repeating these sweet disasters
I'm bleeding the heat we've captured
She always leaves with a piece of me
A succubus
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