Her skin was of rich ebony, and felt like the smooth sheets we laid in.
This was before highlight was a thing but she glowed.
Her hair felt like wet cotton,
Oh her lips were like soft pillows like the ones we slept with.
Her body was purely magnificent.
I wished to trail every path & stretch mark she began growing every time we met.
It was something surreal,
Like our whatever you call it was more than anything our young naive minds even thought about.
She taught me all I needed to know about my own body.
She showed me things I did not know I needed to see.
She gave me feelings I did not know I wanted to feel.
She gave my eyes a different way of seeing.
Forever I am grateful for the radiant, darkness we shared.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoésieHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
