A girl called Diane

A girl called Diane

A Poem by Akshay

Isn't she beautiful
Dark and long like the hair of a young adult
Don't we all know
We all have to give in, into her black glaze
The kids don't see her
They're busy being slaves
Your grandfather, he knows her
He probably is more close to her than he'll ever say

Aren't her lips what you craved, all along
She'll comfort you and your lopsided brain
Red like the yawning sun
Her gentle kiss will guide you to the cirque du soleil
With age she gets much closer
Slow dances in front, her hips moving, taking you away
Oh, what a beauty
Once in her bed
She will hold you forever, everyday

© 2014 Akshay

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Added on August 27, 2014
Last Updated on August 27, 2014



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