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Mellifluous
The turbulent 60s is when I met my beau.
His ebony skin glistened in the crowded room.
His lush brown hair would look beautiful between my porcelain fingers.
His chocolate brown eyes melted my soul.
His beautiful lips looked softer than ever.
His masculine build made my body shrill.
I was wearing my sparkly neon orange dress that reflected off my chest.
He closely watched me bust my moves while smoking a Marlboro.
He approached me saying, "Orange is now my favorite hue because of you."
Shortly after, we went to his place and listened to Kinda Blue.
That night, he said: "I really like you.".
We would kiss till our lips were completely bruised.
He would make me smile when I felt gloom.
He would hold me tight in his arms.
He would always tell me that he was afraid that I would one day go.
I would get that tingling sensation in my stomach when he stroked my hair.
He would smile when I stroke his luxurious skin.
Our love making was the definition of glory.
He made me feel less worried.
His deep voice made me want to kiss him once more before he went back home.
He made me feel like I was in a dream.
To this day, you still love me for me.
And I will always love you for you.
That's the story of my beautiful beau.
