...A Poem by Ruthie Igunbori do not know what title to give this piece, maybe you can help me?
Very softly, his lips draped me in a crimson wreathe
And his tongue ladled poise for my coyness Denude your white covering of black dust! An air of freshness encircled him And his white-hued humour He stood tall In his alluring composure A perfectly tailored overcoat and A timepiece Charming looks for a gentleman And his voice cast a fair pink shadow that lingered behind him The hues of his persona made beautiful butterflies in my stomach White and black, with his beautifying streaks of pink Soon they all lay beside his evasive nature Perfect architecture of skin and bones that became enclosed inside me Running deep through concealed places I wake up to lucid imaginations But my hands are still stained clean white The taste of black dust lingers on my lips And I’m entwined in pink strings of passive addiction. © 2015 Ruthie IgunborAuthor's Note
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