BlackRoses May 21, 2006
Posted by jewaira in Poetry.10 comments
BlackRoses
She types,
In black ink
Black velvet roses
With sheen
And lustre
Beautiful black skin
Smooth as satin
And very palatable
Coaxing my senses
Back to vitality
Like strong black coffee
Fragile BlackRoses
Traced with an eager
Tongue
Cool
But warm,
Wet but always
Making him thirst
For more
Black sheets
In silken disarray
Tumbling over the sides
In fluid
Motion
BlackRoses
He mouths
Against edible skin
You are simply
Radiant
