Black Dahlia

Words

Perfection in her day and age, the ideal face of beauty.

Skin soft, unscared and untainted to the eyes.

Lips constantly pursed, fire engine red to top them off.

Long vibrant legs, they sway a certain way.

Ample breast, supple to the touch.

To love her was a fools greatest sin, even unintentionally.

Pleasure would not play out the pain, heart throb began.

Sucked in, obsessed, they dangle in the air.

Lost like puppies, sad eyes and wilted tails.

You will miss her before you know she gone.

Your body yearns, your loins ache.

Her sent seems to pass with every breeze.

It's to late, the entire house is empty.

Her cars are all gone, she's vanished as instantly as she appeared.

I loved her ever more...Black Dahlia

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