Dark Epiphany

I want the dark-haired beauties

the olive,
leche-con-cafe
mamasita's

the ones who'll curse someone
and love you with the same
crimson-cinnamon
lips that kiss life to your parts

I want the dark-eyed
soft hearted/fuck you
in the same breath
women...

the under-rated sapphires
in this diamond glittered town

I want the
calculating senoritas
donnas
mademoiselles

the ones that can
make you dinner and
break your heart
like a drop of a plate
the slice of a knife
a caress of their hand...

but they won't
cause they understand the power
of pussy and love and lust
that they have over you...

over you...

over me...

I want the hard hitting
don't-fuck-with-me-unless-invited
bellas,
the ones that can melt my heart
by smiling
in recognition of my vulnerabilities
and that she's gotten a rare
privilege to see me,
like this,
naked and open and willing and
painfully needing and trying
trying, the only ways I know how
to let her know how much she has changed my life...

I want the creamSplashedWithCappuccino
honeys
the ones with a cold streak
of hungry sex in their voice
at ten-in-the-fuckin-morning

... yeah...

yeah...

I want you.

© 2005 Sandra Jean-Pierre