She came as a breath
Of fresh air
As beautiful as
Morning Glory
Embraced by dew bathing
Epiphanic
Under a yawning sun
Gentle as a breeze
Her softness
My hallucinogen
I melt in her arms
Continuously
I am in awe of
Her beauty
Breathtaking
Delicate
Feminine
Black
Beautiful Melanin
I fell into her spell
With alacrity
Coffee Black no
Sugar no cream
My Queen
Envied and persecuted
Her essence
The epitome of strength
Like coffee Black no
Sugar no cream
My Queen
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
