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The Plume Of She

 
there was no      
foreseeable poem on my horizon      
until she strutted by      
epitomizing sheer poetry in slowed-motion      
kaleidoscopic...damn i couldn't stop it      
got me stuck between the realm of boys to men      
brought back a remembered joy to pen      
waxing rhapsodic...I got it bad      
watching her move from a figment      
to the firmament of my swooning imagination      
cascading down in a technicolor gown      
brown skin crowned by a natural grown afro      
smearing pastels and oil paints      
engaging...engorging this saint-slash-sinner      
feeding my sentimental..my spiritual      
my sapiosexual..got my artistry on hyper drive      
warp factor nine...she's so damn fine      
deep diving in divine intuition      
thickening dimensions..strecthing khakis      
she makes wanna spell my name in elaborate cursive      
Sanskrit her inner realm from right to left      
gift her my primary colors      
blend and stir them as she sees fit      
within her tight fit...giving me sublime exposure       
and closure within her melodic moisture      
her palette..swirling my aftermath...her magical into      
an exaltation of a multi-hued us      
Written by Naajir
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