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Old Songs and Sweet Caramel Candy
“There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming.....” Ben E. King and the Drifters"
Self-described, cappuccino brown,
coal-black eyes, like gazing into a
“black hole sun”
won't you cum.........
let me see something
so special, so new
something everyone is not
so privy to
but she let me see
Baby shared her secret with me
and it was if I was right there
inside her
softness,
warmth of her intimate skin
naked and bare
Passion, swollen.....
…...it speaks sweet dreams to me
sun-ripened peach and butter cream
you have to know
this man wants to ravage
your body until
we both are satiated,
sore
and satisfied
my oh my.....there is a rose in Spanish Harlem
it sparkles in her eyes
soft and wet
I sip her brew
long and slow
lips simmer inside
her caramel kiss, sticky sweet
from the insides of her
sinewy smooth legs, brown-vanilla thighs
to the soles of her feet....
….“I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden”
Published 15th Jun 2018
Author's Note
.....feeling the lust of a midnight sun. #theheatizsohott ( thank you Ben E. King and the Drifters for stirring my memory to one of the greatest R&B hits of all times, remembering it from my childhood) #lookatusnow
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