The erotic girl with black hair
And scarlet lips
And ruby shoes
And dark kohl eyes
And wicked smile.
She haunts his thoughts,
Whispers words into his ear,
Strokes his hair
And tickles his spine.
He searches
Just for a glimpse,
A fleeting moment,
To smell her perfume.
His eyes scan streets
And magazines,
The television
And everywhere.
But he doesn’t find her,
Until his mind meets slumber
And her dark magic arrives,
Announced by coquettish giggle.
She kisses him slowly,
Trails lines with her finger
And leaves a lipstick smudge
Upon his sleeping face.
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