Brown Skin Gyal

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Another treat.......for all the Brownings and lovers of Brownings.

Enjoy.

BROWN SKIN GYAL

Brown skin gyal

Flesh like coffee liberal with milk

And brown sugar

Rich and strong

Each crystal its own story

Her voice

A lustful kind of talk formed by

Her accent, full in my ears

Like the curve of her hip and breasts in my eyes

Everything soft and bright

Yes the one brown skin gyal

Wrap up my mind with her words

Like artist manipulate

Dot and line

She tie me up, just so, with a tongue like rope

Watch my head spin

As she daze me with her lilting laugh

Wooing smile and dark eyes

Her eyes and mouth

The sinful picture

She sit with long skirt

A fibred silhouette

Of powerful legs

Every inch full of presence

Like some sort of present

Wayward gift

Head in cloud and smoke

While the rest of me scorch

Like magma make igneous rock

Fine particled and dark from heat

I don't talk; all time must stop

Because the girl I need to understand

All five of both senses meet with one more

She always get it

Most time just right

The girl, heavy

For she weigh me down like

Leaded feathers stuck to

Impressions in honey

Complete with bee and sting

All the while innocent

Like she don't know

I gone foggy, or maybe just gone

Like old bedspring

Or use rubberbands

All things with a purpose done

Still useful simply for existence

As the interpretation she have

Change all this junk

To her own little treasure.

Peace and love.

xoxo

-Keeta :)