beautiful curves
ivory skin
mahogany hair
. . . my p e r f e c t sin
you
an element of fragility
in your red cotton dress
a world of beautiful
in the structure of your bones
the night is dark.
who has to know?
I
I can almost feel my hands
upon your jutting hips
my face against your soft p i n k lips
but things in life don't work this way
my dreams will stay dreams
my desires shoved away
and y o u still stay my secret
((i know, my dear,
it makes me sad))
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