Black Queen Poetry I

An ode to my ideally messed up woman.

I see a woman -
Her skin is of bronze
And her hair is like
A flowing extension
Of the Black Sea.

This Black Queen
Stands serene,
In the sun
That makes her shine,
Caressing her skin.

She warmly smiles
As I peek into her brown eyes,
I realize they are forever.
Infinity can be seen through these
Though She is the true sight to see.

This Black Queen
Speaks with a honey-laden voice.
With a sweet sound,
She speaks in song
And her words are lyrics.

I reach out to her
In a gesture to feel
her surreal image.
I pull her closer...
She seems more vivid.

This Black Queen,
My Black Queen's breasts are beautiful
And her figure fine.
Her posterior is proportioned
To perfection.

I see perfection
In my black queen,
But she gradually steps away.
And as she fades away in my brain,
My daydream ends...

AWAKE

Author's Note

Don't Feed the Trolls.

Reviews

[Sibling]

Lol everyone hates the anti-climatic daydream end but I feel it ties in well with the story when you read part II

[CecilA]

Nicely composed and written. It pushes all my emotional buttons. You have done a great job of 'showing' writing which you know makes your writing visible and alive. I see your beautiful queen and sense your admiration. I'm jealous. Damn, my day dream ended with yours - no let's go back asleep; just one more peek.

[Zap-the-awesome]

Thou hast reminded me of so frikin many daydreams that'll never be.
May you have nightmares!!! Excellent writing, however.