Quiet Poetry Lounge : PaperDoll

[$$RICH$$]

She glide in a beautiful glair
twisted and mend fair
like winds rollin through da hill
made for me and bring me thrill

Her hair was silky black
her skin silvery dark against da moonlight
soft caressin mumble tone
rapture within itself alone

A face of grace and tender hope
as she arrive wit a bold float
i still hear da cries of her whistle
feel da path to her sizzle

Handz made her to my morrow
molded painted to a chocolate flower
given life by da mental mind
one to love live and dine

PaperDoll

 

[watzinaname]

I felt such an ease to this delicate write. I really enjoyed the creativity of your quill here.

 

[$$RICH$$]

Thankz sista Watz for the continue love shown , it was something i was thinking
when i made a paperdoll