Skin like gold and hair like silk,
with green eyes.
And no surprise
this beauty who never knew me
who would eventually get to know me
she hailed from Queens of
New York City.
Well of course she’s pretty
and really witty
that’s how her style is.
Had she adhered to stereotypes
maybe then she would be modest.
How could I be so foolish?
Evil kept under wraps so subtle,
she was a racially ambiguous dream
what I mean
is that this Dark Queen from Queens
who I thought would eventually come to know me
would eventually come to show me
the virtue of being chaste
and the sin of dumb lusting after a fat ass and a pretty face,
she left me burning.
Should have never touched her
when it so happened that I fucked her.
Proof of my youth is that I thought I knew her,
so innocent with my emotions
I freely made love to her
when it was just sex to her.
And even though she left me burning
she left me yearning,
after her taste,
her full lips and thighs
but she’s like a Barbie doll with no eyes,
that’s why I call her the Dark Queen of Queens.
She doesn’t need ends to justify her means
she just does.
So beautiful and bronze with long black hair
and her silent screams will take you elsewhere
she’s so perfect that it just aint fair,
and my heart is burning and she don’t even care.
I wrote this thinking that the pun in the word ‘burning’ could go either way, for the heart….or a little bit farther south. I hope you enjoy this. I enjoyed writing it.