Crimson dreads
Twisted in black
Flow across the pillow
They cascade
Upon the sheets
My queen with her
Bright soul
An her dark skin
Flung across
The mattress
In a tumble
Of soft curves and sheets
Her looks are troubled
Her mind far away
Her body unattended
How I want her
Soft warmth
To feel her breath
To move as one
How I need her soul to awaken
And summon her mind
So we can be
As one
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A/N:
A guy needs to treat his lady as a queen, especially if they have red dreadlocks. :-)
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Peace ,
-DarthPadre
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