Brown, Sinful brown
Posted in Sinful brown on 02/18/2010 02:53 pm by A J 
Brown,
Sinful brown,
the Dusk that you are,
a Folly of the creator,
for he was Partial,
when thou he moulded,
Pleases him thou beyond reason,
Pierces me with desires unquenched,
Tormentor,
thou being roots Sins in me,
as Desires of caress,
of Fondle,
of Feel,
let me free Thoughts,
let me free Nature,
but alas…
for every Dawn,
that lets me thou forget,
the Dusk follows,
with its Enveloping,
telling,
that a latitude apart are thou,
as I foolishly try,
to touch the brown,
mistakening it,
for the dermis of your creation.
Like sam, i too distictly get the feeling that i have read this before.
Had you posted this one before also, or is it just de ja vu for me
superb it is.lurrrrved it
Dusky,sinful, brown… she can awaken passions in any man.Nice, sensual poem!