My African Queen
Satin chocolate fire
Impish crystal laughter
You warmed me
Sisters and lovers
Joy and pleasure
Dancing on the blade
My African Queen
Living on wings of ecstatic flame
You hovered over deaths door
Ill fated portal we refused to see
Your memory—full of life
Warms my dreams still
My African Queen
No angel were you
A woman—flesh and bone
Touched—stained
By the grit of the city
Scarred by your own addictions
Trapped by your own vices
…this I could not see
I loved you
Lady of the streets
Vision in scarlet
Beautiful harlot
I loved you
Your perfume
Your impish laughter
Haunts my dreams still
My African Queen
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