I love the colour of my skin,
Au naturel suave evergreen.
From head to toe, and deep within,
Each part of me, feels so serene.
Even the bristles, on my chin,
Tonsured daily, smooth shaven clean.
The only difference, with my twin,
While I am green, he's tangerine.
Hereditary, our kith and kin,
Diverse within the human gene.
8 / 13 / 2025.
She seduces me with her bedroom eyes
Her hand atop mine, between her thighs
I can't deny that she has the power
To lie with me every waking hour
I couldn't oppose her advances, she has a grip on me
With her soft angelic voice and undamaged anatomy
In a trance from her bedroom eyes
Drawn into her soul, a part of me dies
She braises my fingers across her smooth shaven lips
Assures me she’s aroused, the pleasure drips
Unwrapping her body of what sets me apart
From exposing her skin, God's work of art
A teardrop falls from her bedroom eyes
A happy tear to my surprise
She remains admirably brave, although, this is foreign
She has not been defiled by other men
Her narrow entrance puts me to shame
Intensifying my steady flame
God sent her to me, as an answer to my cries
I reside under the spell of her bedroom eyes
Long fiery hair flowing on deep green silk
The smooth-shaven bull dancer bull vaults
High forehead chiselled nose intense eyes
arm-rings flying up over air jabbing horns
Like an acrobat swinging over scarlet cape
Eyes locked on bull-ring Somersaulting
Flying lest the fate be too strong for him.
Her lovely deep blue winsome eyes widen
His sport enticed her also scare her truely.
Attracted to the precision movements she
clutches the ruby cross breathes "I love you"
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