Darker than chocolate
Smoother than silk
Whiter than the sand on the beach
Your gaze is like the cobra
When I move
You move
You mimic me
Or is it I that mimics you?
Your voice deep and sensual
Your touch soft and gentle
Your lies subtle
You spin your web so well
I am awed by your presence.
©thelma migue, 2016
A cizoepoetry collection.
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