Black as the night-part three. Poem sixteen for April. The poetry month.

johncoyote

Black as the night…

I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so sweet. You could steal a man’s soul and he wouldn’t know. I have loved you forever and a day.

She smiled and she whispered. Poetry man, order me a double shot of the Black Velvet whiskey. Maybe you can whisper me some sweet poetry, some kind love words on the empty dance floor. Maybe I will pretend I believe them?
She wore her short black silky dress, showing milky white tender legs. She tossed her shoes to the floor and she put her bare feet into my lap. I caressed them and I told her. I have seen you nude, bare and free. And I loved your fiery gaze, those coffee brown eyes penetrated my mind, my heart…

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