Her heaven scent complexion;
Bore the wings of evidence;
So, the message is,
She’s made of elegance –
They say her beauty was sheer perfection
She sun baked in the beach's tourist section
Her swimsuit so thin
It let the sun in
Reveling all her snow white complexion
I see you my love! Do you see me? Oh, how happy I can be when I see your sweet face. You make me feel so whole and safe.
Your complexion reminds me of the caramel candy I like eating. Your glasses make my heart melt when seeing your doe eyes from behind. Your height makes me secure knowing you can protect me from harm.
There is more to your physical presence my dear. I’m not sure how to explain it in sophisticated words to have you impressed. Your soul makes my soul ascend and bloom with warmth when I gaze into your eyes. I do not know how to express my deep desire enough.
My love.. your radiance keeps me going. When I’m upset even at you, it does not take much to make me happy. I believe we are meant to be in this lifetime. Do you feel the same?
Smile. As I bedazzle myself to create a sunshine for you. Look pretty, do my hair, wear my makeup just for you my baby.
Stale, summer
Heat.
Boiling in this
Skin bath
Are you and I.
An obsession,
Now a memento
Of dark complexion,
Stiffened surprises.
I burrow into the
Pill case now
With no more than
An ant farm
In my pocket.
The glimmer in their eyes, they’re struck by your complexion.
What they would give to have that same reflection
to walk into a room and feel every head just turn
it’s a power, it’s a skill, but not one you can learn.
No matter what you say, no matter what you do
they’re all transfixed, glued to the screen that lights up on you.
You’re shining brighter at every look, with every breath that you took. In blue or red or sparkling black, all the colours have your back.
The leading character of every play,
everyone holds on to the words you say.
You’re a precious stone no one could pawn
you hold them all, heartstrings you’ve torn.
What I must know, before you go
how does it feel to erupt such magic?
I can’t imagine to invite such passion,
wearing all these shades of tragic.
All I want is just a fraction of their desire, their satisfaction.
If I’m close to you, will I feel brand new?
Will the shimmer reach across to me, too?
Or as I said not too long ago, is it something I’ll just never know?
For I can’t change what it is they see; the one they want, well it isn’t me.
“He is Risen!” Our Lord is with us —
Restores and completes us, Enlightened
Image, man’s Divine Likeness.
He is Source and Path —
Sacred Form Purified. Beloved Brother.
Family conduit of the Father~ Redeeming
Essence.
He is all that is, all that will come, ever-emerging
Transforming Effulgence; introducing man to his
Ordained birthright, that of Autonomous Human/Spiritual
Self Governance. His Abiding Presence, our ever Soul-warmth
And Dearest Counselor. Beneficent Love His Saturating Complexion.
Magnanimous Light, Consecrated Quintessence;
Dynamic Force, Gracious Host, Unconquerable —
We give praise to our Lord for blessed example and grace.
He is risen! Amen!
There was a glimpse of myself in the mirror,
My skin; the same complexion, my eyes, my hair.
And yet I cannot recognize my voice as I speak,
When my teeth chatter out the words from my mind,
It is as if my control has slipped away.
Living mechanically with the enslavement of my own mind.
I live because in my life
you paint love as surreal art
it’s my bruised heart
scorned, sacred vows of a saint
true lovers’ art
this, you paint…
It appears as me
with altered appeal and
tints of pain,
tainted in taffeta’s
crisp and stylish
Primped and fashioned, contour of course
My soulful eyes
fitting for a muse
my lips are shut,
and my finger pressed
against a smudge messed
I want to shout
let me out of this demure affair
In that case, I pleasure in my nails
Hand splayed, what’s red is green,
Revlon’s recipe
on sharpened tips
secrets we keep, and so what
if my complexion pewters
I’m just an object
An object of veneration
where pain and beauty coexist
Gone direly insane, you’ll find out
I am a photo finish, a diarist
reclusive in my personal struggles
and creative expression
and in this I conclude
that I’ll outlive you
in solitude
I watched as the dandelions blew away in the breeze
Like small tornadoes beneath me
You chuckle, then rush to collect them
Scared to see some unique begin to bloom?
Hunger rumbled through my body
Like a shouting gladiator
Piercing my stomach with his blade
Gyros spread across the set table
I watch as you sink your teeth into them
Starving like a ravenous tiger
Yet a heart softer than lavender
So, darling, let the games begin
Please offer me your hand to hold
Whisper to me, skin warm like tea
Olive complexion luring me in
Like I'm stuck inside a trance
Take this break while the tides are high
Guide me into this deep ocean
I'll backstroke through love's reservoir
This aura, it calls out my name impatiently
Sandalwood dances to my brain
The scent attracts me like a magnet
Farther away than Andromeda
My worry for the future, it drifts away
Now that ecstasy has incarcerated me
Nothing can ensure my soon release
Inspired by Andrea Dietrich's poem: One More Lonely Night - Revised
With an uneven complexion - off-white,
the moon said, to Andrea, shining bright,
"Won't you, mine, always be"
"No sir, I cannot", said she -
"You are just a 'fly by night'".
I will pick you up out of the fire, shake off all the dust,
set you up, where thief’s can’t break in, nor you treasure rust.
I will dress you in fine linen, thats beyond, any compare,
white for you, your natural complexion, being so fair.
Now just to teach you, how it’s done you see,
a brand new life, that’s paid in full, by me.
Watch each thought carefully, for the feelings that they bring,
for those thoughts of death, will bring forth their sting.
Beware of every feeling, for emotions they will be,
from every emotion, an action follows you see.
We all know about actions, the one’s thats been played out,
how they brought forth, their heart aches, misery and doubt.
With every breath, guard your words, be careful what you speak,
be careful what you look for, you find just what you seek.
Choose your close ones wisely, be careful what you do,
and trust, I will always, be here with you.
her beauty and
natural complexion
catches every man
She had been in a frenzy all week
Something weird was happening, she could not speak
She climbed in, and heard a tiny squeak
was it her nerve endings? They were at their peak
Her hair went haywire, her complexion was gray
She felt like a train had traveled over her all the way
Relaxing in a tub was not working out that day
Something horrible was about to come her way
There was a silence then a group gasp
As I bent over the coffin of my dad
He was murdered in Atlanta Georgia
Shot in the head as he left a store
But such details matter no more
I noticed his curly hair and miss his eyes
His humor his smile his stare
I know his complexion should be fair
But for the mortician’s makeup
He was put back together
Like a puzzle with death’s muzzle
Not thinking of that in the moment
I planted a warm kiss on his cold cheek
It would be the last
Her fair-skinned form is not what I desire.
Because my skin is dark, and hers is light,
my passion burns like a flame not so bright:
snow-like complexion ne'er warms like auburn-fire.
Though bred as opposites opposed: one higher,
the other below where I, a dark knight,
she, like a shooting star that brightens the night,
together are a can of worms I don't admire.
The world we know won't permit us together.
She comes from privilege, money, and ease;
and, when it pleases her, she has a taste for leather.
But I loathe her society's disease,
depravity, intolerance, waste, leisure,
and fallen nature's Mephistopheles!
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