Sitting in a corner alone
wondering...
why she's condemn to be without
her own lover's song...
Dark Queen...
mother...daughter of dark sensuous hue
sipping her glass of wine as she
watches...
observes...
the crowded filled room
Silk Satin
tapered along the sides
split so infamous revealing her thighs...
contours a body of deadly seduction...
Alluring...
eyes of black emeralds
hypnotically...beckoning...bewitching
to any man's emotions...
demeanor of eminent distinction...
she delicately entices the male imagination
with hopes of becoming her choice selection...
Mistakened...
Denied...
Misunderstood...
Dark Queen...of the sun and moon
What lucky man will capture her heart
even for just a moment...
steal her away from this lonesome place...
to appreciate her advanced education
and high elevations...
with great expectations
without feeling intimidation...
proposes a vast illustration of
a mental fascination...
Though she's bad in all ways imaginable
a broken frame crumbles down around her...
silently she cries out in this abstract existence
Woman of color
distinctive...
submissive...
drowning within a glass of Shiraz Vintage
Dark brothers...
men of historical pleasures...
can you deny the surface to explore her treasure...
acknowledge her strength...
no need to contemplate
a deceitful attempt...
she only craves to partake of equal length
Gently...
with lustful lips
she kisses a soft bliss
across the top of her drink...
beauteously...
Dark Mahogany....
(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson