He was a black pearl barge
Bitter his kisses of dark chocolate
Crunch black his sesame seeds
A devoted wasabi, this lover of lovers
Filled with tart ginger, his cinnamon
Toasted on baked over puffed, risen bread
He was a black pearl barge
A ring, a token pearl dyed blue
To appear precious, rare and expensive
Sweet his princely bitters, chocolate gifts
Always snake charming his wasabi lovers
Collecting woman, as harem dancers
Pitting them as pearls in navels,
always a stable of woman who love him
A handsome rogue, a black pearl barge
Victims along his Niles, washing, hurts, sorrows
Driving fancy cob webs weaving lovers
Collecting, keeping them as jewels
Worn upon his chest, eyes black pearls
Hidden behind beautiful sea green twinkling
Barges, beckoning, awakening his harem
On command, his harem girl escapes after
Decades of gingers, to leaven him longing, sad
Longing, hoping, dreaming, wishing for her
Now he discards his harem but his mental
Lover leaves him to drive alone on his
Black pearl barge, wearing her token jewel
Dyed, blue now shiny pink hues of toasted
Not over puffed risen bread, a black pearl
Ring now her barge, in tow
Not speaking, seeing each other, they both
Know he forever is her servant, turns him
Off and on by putting a ring on to
Control the black pearl and now she
Is in charge.
the blue rose
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-10 09:07:40
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