She is ivory,
Silky smooth,
Soft to the touch,
Every pore
And ounce of flesh
I want.
White as snow
She sways,
Delicious clouds
my way,
I crave her love,
It haunts.
But I am cold,
An onyx stone,
Whose heart is
Blades of ice,
Destined for
Unrequited love.
A blackened soul
I remain,
Glaring stares
Her way,
Buried deep below
And her above.
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Dark Trails
Poetry** This book has been published on Amazon, revised and edited with altered and added poems. The road is not always paved in marvel, beauty, and love. Sometimes it is the wicked and broken fragments of life that revel the human soul. And with these...
