And she passed me several millenniums ago
As I walked, twisting my neck and breaking my back
For that dark chocolate AKA, hair to her shoulders
And legs the length of a tall glass of Kool-aid
Red certainly, on a hot day in July and her lips
Were juicy sweet and her outfit neat, stacked in at
Least two places and slim in at least two others
And the whole time the sun was rotating around my
Head as my head was rotating around the shape of her
Body, ebony dark and skin creamy as fudge melting
Slowly in a double boiler as steam rose from her feet
As she walked because she was that hot and that jet
Black, coal colored hair teasing her collarbone and
And the whole time the One was a lost one in my
Peripheral
The club smoke smoldering into a grimy animated haze
Metal arrayed in more colors than elementary jungle gyms
In this jungle though, jungle cats stalk elusive prey amongst
The flowery umbrella of tinted martini glasses, intent on leading
A victim to its plush tent on a boulevard of wilderness or an
Avenue of wasteland as musical sounds from dead
Musicians emit energy as though cells fired simultaneously
And words are spoken in tones hushed and alluring
Elusive to the wicked but ravishing to the faint of heart
And within the madness swirls a mist of decadence and intrigue
I try to escape the grasp of delicately painted fingers, insanely
Provocative creatures of maddening beauty and through the
Falling waterfall the One is hidden behind the glass that breaks
When the rain is gone
As I walked, twisting my neck and breaking my back
For that dark chocolate AKA, hair to her shoulders
And legs the length of a tall glass of Kool-aid
Red certainly, on a hot day in July and her lips
Were juicy sweet and her outfit neat, stacked in at
Least two places and slim in at least two others
And the whole time the sun was rotating around my
Head as my head was rotating around the shape of her
Body, ebony dark and skin creamy as fudge melting
Slowly in a double boiler as steam rose from her feet
As she walked because she was that hot and that jet
Black, coal colored hair teasing her collarbone and
And the whole time the One was a lost one in my
Peripheral
The club smoke smoldering into a grimy animated haze
Metal arrayed in more colors than elementary jungle gyms
In this jungle though, jungle cats stalk elusive prey amongst
The flowery umbrella of tinted martini glasses, intent on leading
A victim to its plush tent on a boulevard of wilderness or an
Avenue of wasteland as musical sounds from dead
Musicians emit energy as though cells fired simultaneously
And words are spoken in tones hushed and alluring
Elusive to the wicked but ravishing to the faint of heart
And within the madness swirls a mist of decadence and intrigue
I try to escape the grasp of delicately painted fingers, insanely
Provocative creatures of maddening beauty and through the
Falling waterfall the One is hidden behind the glass that breaks
When the rain is gone
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