Dark
"Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue." - Mason Cooley
Dark are the eyes of my love -
dark like freshly brewed coffee
brimming with the lust for life
Dark is the skin of my love -
dark like a beautiful ebony night
and velvet to my touch
Dark is the hair of my love -
dark like soft, rich sable
through which I tenderly run my fingers
Dark is the mahogony obsidian chakra of my love
which empowers him with strength and sensuality,
and mesmerizes me with the poetry of his soul
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