A delineation of lust.
Quill flicked to her outline
Of a desirable black fantasy,
Smudged by the hand of loving,
But still she looks unmarked
Like a cream summer breeze.
Rendered with green shadow
To emboss her brilliance,
A contrast fallen to blind,
As she deliriously blinks and
Tearfully looks behind.
Webbed splashes of ink
Partner my tears.
As she is backtracking my fingertips
I promise to stand by her
Through all her fears.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-04-27 at 00:26
Tags Love  Lust 




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