The smell of black butter ...
Rolling over mountain peaks
Swirling deep in valleys were rivers run deep;
It's a lovesick scent.
Uniting souls meant only to be passers by,
Passing time; sweet, black butter on your mind.
Feeling empty when the river dries,
Now the only thing wet is her eyes;
She waits for you.
Reminiscing of those black butter kisses
Sweet like midnight mists or Morning dews
The way they subdue; like a pythons bait.
Stealth mode swirling, barely touching
Kisses engulfing her in slow-mo
Oh you know what I mean!
Those Black Butter Dreams
Getting the best of me;
Yearning for the dream to become reality.
Lion Queen
About the Creator
Lion Queen
I demonstrate my pen name in every write. I’ve written all my life, and now take joy in bringing to life my words on the page through your imagination. I am grateful for the opportunity to publish my works to be seen by the world. Enjoy!!
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