You Think You Know Her

You think you know her;her melanin tasty rich brown skinglows; a cup of chocolateoverflowing it boundariesher sight compel your jawto drop in submission leavingyour red thin helpless tongue uncladand you think you know her? Her thick hair dark of excessive Melaninso fine with it’s lines neatly outlinewith no single strand out of linepregnant with oilContinue reading “You Think You Know Her”