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your hair
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primitive your hair runs like a flood
flowing into my veins
blackest of black
sensual
lips wanting to be kissed...
don't lie.
you want it.
i'll make all your aches leave
at one touch
take me in your arms
and nothing will matter
tha is a very beautiful poem, makes me think alot of my bf's hair lol :)...keep writeing, this poem waz good...go and read some of mine...please, there under "alexis hunter" thanx gurl, and keep the writeing up...
so true. let's rape the black headed people :-)