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Black Hair

A black-haired dirty thinker your words invade my head; where lust and thirst become me and love will see me dead. Your body build a sailing ship. Your keel at my back. Your nods upon the ocean- my death from your attack. A bum to form a segment. A fruit as firm as day. A touch to stun the surface. A helm to clear the way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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