The Raven

Dark skinned woman skin dark as night you need not worry or have reason to fret only you sense my pain that everything must eventually die. Let us gather up become as new stars bathed in abyss in celestial constellations even though you come and go like a comet traversing my sky drawn to the vapor trail of your shadow the image of our passion in your mind. It has been two days since I've touched you still I tremble so when kissing the fertile steppe of your brown body that melts in my mouth like chocolate my genie in a bottle with three wishes telling me to look into my heart Aladdin's lamp is there from over the hills and far away... ~ ~