Aztec skin the color
of a dry, hot, desert
Mad love that feels
like prickly heat
An impassioned voice
that brings me near,
Nearer to his touch,
-nearer to his embrace
Coal black hair that shine
like warm oil
Piercing brown eyes that see
my soul
Calloused hands that hold me near,
Nearer to his touch,
-nearer to his embrace
I cannot leave, I am drawn
into his fire
a stray ember
And now I must stay near
Nearer to his touch
-nearer to his embrace

by Curlethia Y. Sykes Swanigan

Copyright 2006 © Curlethia Y. Sykes Swanigan

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