her legs are long
her heart is black
listening to her cradle song
is a natural aphrodisiac

into her arms i fly
her cherry bosoms bloom
a dazed alumni
of her secret room

i’m under her wheels now
praying for time to end
if only god would allow
her to find a new boyfriend

By Soulcruzer

Self-development blogger blogging at the cross section of narrative alchemy, imaginal psychology, chaos magick, self-development, self-authorship, meaning-making, and conscious living.